I was expecting something like a Third World market where vendors sell from tables and flimsy booths beneath a big metal shed, but in fact the bazaar resembles much more the shopping arcades of such places as London and Melbourne, about which I've written previously:
There is a lot to buy in the Grand Bazaar, but really, only if your house is already decorated in an Oriental motif. If your taste runs more to Art Deco, Danish modern or something else like that, the rugs, lamps and such won't be of much use to you:
Of course, you can always pick up the same fake Gucci and Prada that you find on Canal Street:
So, yes: I went to the Grand Bazaar and didn't even get a lousy T-shirt. But it was interesting nonetheless.
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