Sokak Pazarı

In the early hours of the morning, before the sun and birds begin to stir, the trucks roll in, painted red and blue, and the roadies unload their tents. By the time sleepers have awaken and begin to stumble to work, a city-within-a-city will have sprouted from the streets: miles of tents shade vendors hawking the produce of turkey. The market spreads from major arteries to wind and wend its way into the capillaries between apartment buildings; ropes lashed to trucks and trees and the odd lamp post form the filaments of this web. Beyond its skein local dwellers flow to and fro bearing sacks and little rolling carts full of produce for the week; the presence of the street bazaar is easily detected without ever having laid eyes on it.


When the sun sets, this caravan will move on to the next municipality, cabbage carnies and nectarine nomads gone, the streets once again the abode of white-knuckled motorists and photo-finish pedestrians ...for another 6 days.