Part 1 of Travel Bite: Istanbul, Spice Bazaar showed the inside of this bustling market, but the outside was a flurry of edible activity too, minus all the groping. Oh well, you can't have everything.
Okay, so I was wrong about the groping. This shop owner had a lot of touching and feeling to do. And I liked to watch. (click to enlarge)
Fig stacking is apparently a high art in this part of the world. Of course, the perfect fig cried, "Pick me" from the bottom row.
Finding unstuffed grape leaves was the easy part. We did the heavy lifting in my Turkish cooking class, as you can see.
Cheese vendors wore latex gloves, to my germophobic delight, although exemplary hygiene wasn't enough to prompt a purchase from me. I was saving myself for the baklava bacchanal.
Non-buyer's remorse: How could I have passed this up? Oh well. Guess I'll have to go back. I wonder what the expiration date is.