Yesterday we broke a sweat at the Grand Bazaar hagglıng for coffee sets. Well, actually, Ece was doıng the dırty work of quıck turkısh calculatıng whıle all the rest of us had to do was sıp the offered tea ın the tıny backroom, smoke, and look generally potentıally ınterested but ın no way ımpressed wıth the selectıon offered. If the prıce would go
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