As I walked away from the Hop On Hop Off bus today, Omar came right to me. "Pretty lady, are you from America?" Ha. "I am Omar. I want to practice my English on you." uh-huh. "Are you alone? Where is husband? Do you want to relax and smoke nargile?" Mind you, I am in a public square surrounded by a million people. There was no danger. This is what the carpet sellers do. I told him I already had smoked nargile yesterday, and that I was meeting my husband in minutes. Omar was nothing if not persistent. He hoped my husband would join us for tea. Oh, Omar, if you think I am a tough sell, you should meet Frank!
He proceeded to walk with me, showing me various good spots for photographs. This IS a good one of the Blue Mosque. Thanks, Omar.
He, too, wanted his photo taken. He looks a lot like the spice market guy...
I told him I did not plan to buy a Turkish carpet. He said, no problem, but come and see. We walked to his shop because he assured me he had more than just carpets. And it was along my path to the Spice Market. Omar thought he'd rope me into something. Omar had no chance. Ha.
His shop had GORGEOUS porcelain, too. I asked if I could take pictures, and since they still thought they'd sell SOMETHING to the "rich American," of course they said yes.
Sorry Omar.

Grace, your pictures with all the amazing colors are gorgeous, especially Omar's lovely porcelein. I laughed about Frank being a tough sell. I have been following the news of Turkey and praying for peace and your safe travels. I've been thinking you were a little crazy to be there. But, after reading and following your blog, I can see why it is a destination for travelers. Way to make the most of every single day and experience. Take it easy on both of your feet.
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