There are several 'gateways' into the Grand Bazaar. This is one of them and believe me it was an extremely hot day . On entering one is overwhelmed by the range of goods. I really was fit to drop. Who ,I wondered bought all the wares and how ever did so many traders make a living ?
Unanswered questions.
At last I see the Blue Mosque with it's distinctive 'six' minarets.
Once inside I was to see something rather unusual..
Not exactly in keeping ,but, a sign of the times .
Infront of me a group of children sit with their teachers . I am fascinated that a Beckham T Shirt is worn with pride. It never ceases to amaze me . One can be in any country , not speak the language , but Beckham is a starter for 10 !
Let's hope the wearer can do as well as his "hero David".
Outside and ready to walk to the Galata bridge .... or am I ?
The fisher men on the Galata Bridge are quite a feature. This wonderfully weathered character was so proud to pose with the sardines he had caught . I was offered several free of charge . But .... declined gracefully .
It had been a long but enjoyable afternoon and all that was needed now was a shower. A short rest then out for an evening ........
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