Thinking of Istanbul

After every terrorist attack, I mourn for those who have lost their lives, and when the attack is in a place I've been, I think of all the people I know there, and worry about them, though I've not before posted anything about my memories or feelings.

This morning, thinking of Istanbul and our beautiful and welcoming visit there in 2006:

Our friends, shown at left with Len, took us to a market in the neighborhood where family members lived.
They explained how you could  hire a man with a basket to carry your market purchases home for you.