Why, oh why do I have to buy spices in jars or little packets, so far removed from their origins? One of my favorite things about shopping in Turkey was just admiring the spice shops. In these shops, you can feel, smell, and taste before you buy. The spice vendors also make special tea blends, for various conditions. So wonderful. Here is a “taste” of what I saw at a Turkish spice market in Antalya.
Yes, I bought some souvenirs at the Turkish spice market. But not enough. Not. Nearly. Enough.
I love that most of the signs are in German. I guess the get a lot of Germans on vacation there.
Such pretty colors and great shots. It seems almost a shame to disturb those patterns. We are off to Turkey in April and I am looking forward to this kind of sight.
Yes, they told us that most tourists in the winter are German, and in the summer, it’s Russians. In fact, people usually spoke about four other languages to me before they tried English!
Oh, this looks amazing!
That’s beautiful stuff! It was my favorite thing to photograph in Morocco, but I think those patterns are pretty amazing.
Yeah, I have seen the heaps of spices before, but not the cool designs. I wish that shopping for spices was always like this!
How gorgeous–and I’m sure the aromas must have been incredible!
These were my favorite kind of photos to take in India. I just never tire of admiring colorful powders and potions!
And that is why Chinese Medicine is such a perfect fit for you, Elie!
These photos made the food artist in me swoon! What a gorgeous artistic display.
My name is Shirley Antrobus. In 1966 my husband and I and our three children moved to Izmir Turkey from Port Townsend, Washington. He was a teacher at the American/NATO base there. We stayed for three years before moving on to Germany and other places in Europe. It was a wonderful experience for the entire family. We lived on the economy and bought our food at the local markets or bazar areas. It took awhile to learn the language and now to fit our lives into the local culture. We eventually became blasé’ about the “Oh, its only another camel train” although the excitement was always there and something new to see or experience never got old. About 5 years ago my husband and I took a 3 week bus trip back to Turkey. We were able to find the old house we had lived in and most of the places that we remembered so fondly. Turkey has changed, but mostly for the better and we had a wonderful trip. Moving from the trees and mountains western Washington state to Izmir, Turkey was culture shock plus but we survived and went on for 26 years in the DODDS system. Each moves was exciting and a new challenge. Finding a new place to live, new language and new foods. What a wonderful full life we lived.