Pashminaism

Yes, my pashminaism is prodigal. After leaving Asia Minor on Friday night and returning to the Empress Zoe for a last night in Istanbul, Mark and I took one last turn through the old city on Saturday morning stopping in the Grand Bazaar briefly to seek a pashmina.

As you see, I found one to my liking in the store of a man who did not pester me; this is the unstoppable combination for me--not being hassled while examining a scarf that caught my eye, then some satisfying haggling for the final bargain.

After another scarf purchase today in the hill town of Monterregiono, Toscano, I have reached my self-imposed pashmina limit: 6 in a week - yes, I am cutting myself off. I might have stopped sooner but Mark keeps saying, "It's your birthday."