Last week, my mother and I visited the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, seeking to discover parts of myself and celebrate the enduring accomplishments of Armenians who helped shape the city's soul.
Upon entering the bazaar, we were surrounded by the smell of incense and roasted nuts, the yells of hawkers, and the hum of hammers on metal. Sunlight streaming through the skylights created dancing patterns on the ancient stone floor.
As I walked through the alleys, I felt a strong connection, as if retracing footsteps I had never taken before, but somehow already knew.
Their skills helped shape the soul of the city, yet they are often forgotten.
Author's summary: Exploring the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, a mix of heritage and craft.