Istanbul's old soul lives on in the Grand Bazaar - Hawaii Tribune-Herald
Dodging four men pushing a cart full of honeydew melons, I step out of the noisy traffic of Istanbul, pass through the horseshoe-arched door, and trade one commotion for another. Suddenly the air — heated by millions of watts of electric bulbs — is several degrees warmer. Like carnivorous flowers, merchants seduce from glittering shops. They say “Welcome to the Grand Bazaar.”
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