There is a place I like to go that makes me feel brave and beautiful.
From the congested street corner you might miss it. If you didn't know what to look for, you would be carefully watching for the tram or from which direction the long line of honking taxis will emerge first. You might be distracted by the guy squeezing fresh pomegranates, or the one shaving lamb doner on the other side of the double doors leading down to five marble steps. And of course, if you didn't know the word for Turkish Bath, you would not understand the gold embossed letters above said doors that welcome you to the 16th century Çemberlıtaş Hamamı. Read more of this post
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