We decided to check out the shopping districts around us. We started with the Spice Bazaar; an indoor hall full of stalls selling exactly what it stated on the tin. Each one was under its own arch, all under a beautifully painted high ceiling and tiled floor. Some of them were designed for tourists and had gift boxes of baclava and souvenirs. We then climbed a huge hill lined with a narrow cobbled street with stalls lining the pavements either side. Handbags, designer goods, mattresses, clothes, tailors, knockoffs; they were all here. Occasionally we had to step aside for the odd delivery truck or a man carrying a rickshaw loaded up with cushions. At the top was the bazaar itself; a maze of vendors selling anything from carpets to zubic earrings. Because it was packed full of people, we had to enter through a security scanner but we weren’t sure if they were scanning people in or out as it was that busy, and the alarm was going off anyway. The hill was that steep that we couldn’t see how they stopped. You can get anything in this city, you just need to know where to find it.
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