The trip to the spice market and the pointless box
The spice market was a must-visit destination, even though no
spices could realistically be bought. Just imagine the state of the suitcase
after being tossed about in the holds of two planes and the attendant baggage
trolleys and belts.
The aroma of the place was wonderfully exotic. In fact,
the whole of Istanbul smelt good - spicy cooking smells, raw spices, sea air.
Given all the cats it could have been different, but then given all the
cats there probably weren't any rodents.
I couldn't buy spices but I could buy a pointless box.
In fact, I
bought some small glass bowls, key rings, fridge magnets as well as the
pointless box. They all survived the trip home and were dispersed to relevant