An entrance to the Grand Bazaar. It was built in the 1400's.
We expected something like the market in Fez or Seoul -- a crazy, madcap, aggressive, confusing mess that only insiders can really decipher. This place was organized, polite, with ample directional and information signs and bathrooms. It was also almost entirely devoted to selling things to tourists, as befits the world's most visited tourist attraction.
We were, I must admit, both comfortable and disappointed. Okay, I was comforted; Monica was disappointed.
