It must be a disease.......... This niece of mine tops her entire generation when it comes to shopping. Her eyes would flit from stall to stall, her legs would carry her darting from store to store, her pockets were eternally wanting for replenishment. From Istanbul through Kusadaci through Denizli through Cappadocia through Ankara, it has been an endless journey of shopping for the best turquiose set of jewelry, or the best evil eye bracelet and keychain, or the best leather shoes or shirt for Shelly. I do shop too, but I'm not exactly a big fan of shopping till you drop. I have long gone past the period of picking up souvenir items or even museum and history books, but would always make a mental note of one or two pieces that I would like to
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