One of many delectable cafes in Turkey, where young and old meet for a chat and for a cup of cay (pronounced chai and which is a stronger version of our Indian tea, drunk without milk). This one is in Izmir.
In Izmir, by the seaside. Aysegül puffing away at a cigar while the rest of us stick to hookahs. (We tried the melon flavour which was not half as good as the apple or capuccino.)
In Ankara, Ayse`s father Mr. Arkan with me and the fashionable Kader.
Ful and her daughter Gül. When you ask Ful what she is doing she says with a noncholant shrug, "Nothing." Gül is a student in Istanbul and Bablu has invited her to India because he is convinced she will be snapped up by the movie directors in no time.
Above you find Bablu getting his ears pierced (with diamond studs) at a market in Izmir. He said he had been wanting to do it for ages and never dared.
Below is Gürsel, the doctor, music and photograph collector about whom I`ve already written.
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