Today I intended to bring my camera to the pazar. I wanted pictures of the people (and the gypsies). It's fun to see the "grocery cart" (aka. rolling basket that chinese women mow your feet over with in San Francisco's Chinatown) enter the pazar empty and come out swelling with fruits and vegetables. Some of the veggie tables are run by 10 year olds who scream out their wares in high pitched girly voices. They will yell in your ear if they have to, but it's fun to laugh at them since they don't understand english and the entire experience is fun. I appreciate their aggressiveness. It makes the pazar a unique place. You can find so many things at the market; fish, seasonal fruits n veggies, nuts, seeds, olives, cheeses, eggs, pickled goods, pastry doughs, fresh breads, tomato pastes, clothing, kitchen equipment, and much, much more. Of course those are things that can typically be found at the markets in California, but in Turkey, it is completely different. How could it be the same?
What the pazar really stimulates is the Turkish version of a sewing circle. That only happens upon the return home, though. Sometimes I want to dive in and other times the frustration of language barrier simply makes me want to hide. Sometimes it's just as interesting enjoying it all from the sidelines.
