No Sharper Image. No Cheesecake Factory. No Yankee Candle.

Spend the day browsing the Grand Bazaar. Officially this is where the silk road ends.

Over fifty eight streets weave a maze loaded with sights, sounds, tastes and smells designed to make you lose all sense of time.

I overheard conversations in languages that I couldn’t name.

The art of separating a man from his money has flourished here for centuries.