The smell of wool,
Tea on your tongue, the heat of the glass in your hands,
The thunder of a carpet unfurled,
Dizzying patterns, exquisite colours— vegetable, synthetic,
Knotted by knotted hands,
Foot-worn, or pristine.
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I love carpets
originally checked your blog for your drawing, but the freshness & enthusiasm with which you experience (wonderful)Istanbul is contagious. I breezed through the whole thing in two days. keep living every day and keep making our days brighter through this site and follow them birds
Wow— thank you so much, Panos!
I don't know what to say, except thank you! I'm very happy you are enjoying the blog.
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