I’ve just returned from the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul, where I was sent by my wife to accomplish a small task. She’s off elsewhere in the city with another member of our group, doing something related to the Istanbul Branch of the Church. I was supposed to go with the rest of the group, but missed them.
I shouldn’t be let loose without adult supervision.
I ended up buying a piece of Arabic calligraphy that I really liked. I’m not normally a shopper. In fact, I’m really not. But, alas, I did it. And it was rather pricey.
What can I tell my wife?
Donations — or, barring that, offers of lodging or asylum — will be welcomed.
Posted from Istanbul.