Bursa

Bursa was really neat because ıt was nestled ınto a pretty steep hillside with lots of what seemed to be green space above it. As I mentioned somewhere else on this blog, the mosque was very simple and elegant. There were also pastries everywhere. The bakery above was the third that we went to within about fifteen minutes. I don't think Nona realized this, but the incident was an imminent Seinfeld ''Soup Nazi'' episode. Nona waltzed in and immediately walked into what I think what turned out to be the off-limits back of the bakery where customers are expressly not allowed, skipping to and fro giddy wıth pastry glee, pointing to this pastery and that pastery, fingers nearly brushing the piles, while the baker stood next to me growing ıncreasıngly tense as this lady tread in his private property. Just like Elaine pounding on the soup counter, uncertain of her soup decisıon - ''OOOOOOAAAAAA, OOOOOAAAAAA!!!''