Sunday, May 2, 2010

marché aux puces

portrait of artist szaza

I love, adore, am mad for flea markets. Imagine how thrilled I was when my friend Yelda told me there was a market in town, and that we were going to it. Little did I know until we were almost there, that Saturday's organic farmer's market in Bomonti transforms into something dustier, funkier, but no less delicious on Sundays. Again, how could this have escaped me? It never occurred to me to see what happened in the car park on Sundays.


Osmanlı— Ottoman. Now, I'm sure many antiques were genuinely Ottoman, but still. Eighty lira for antique scissors? They were magnificent though— but no matter how hard Yelda fought for a more reasonable price, he would not budge. The lowest I was able to argue down a Soviet medal was twenty lira, and now that I think of it, I should have accepted. It looked so smart on my blazer.



I was delighted to discover that the gözleme ladies from the organic bazaar were at their usual Saturday spot, busy as bees, rolling and folding dough. We stopped for a potato gözleme, a çay and a chat, and Yelda took the picture of me that's at the beginning of this post. I rather like it— she's very talented!

4 comments:

Thomas Taylor said...

This place looks fascinating. Great photos.

szaza said...

Thanks so much, Thomas— I really need to go back.

vintage peony said...

harika bir blog bu :)

szaza said...

Çok merci!