We stopped at a small cafe in the Istanbul Grand Bazaar to recharge with afternoon baklava and tea. I have no idea where it is located in the market*, but there were textile shops around it – not like that narrows things down. The cafe was clearly run by a father and son who were amused by our fragmented Turkish. The baklava were incredibly good which made me glad we ordered two and hadn’t shared. My apple tea was dried apple pieces prepared in a French Press which tasted like rich apple cider after it had steeped.
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I don’t buy a lot of souvenirs when I travel, but the prospect of bargaining in Istanbul sounded like too much fun. I hoped to negotiate in Turkish (to give myself some legitimacy) and so I really tried to learn at least how to say numbers. Frankly, I doubt I fooled anyone and you’ll see that only one purchase was actually significantly made in Turkish. That being said, I’m really happy with what we found.