Just as we were leaving Ghiradelli's my mom and I stumbled on a small Turkish bazaar. As we stepped into the shop we felt like we were transported to some touristic rug shop in Istanbul. We looked to each other with a smile and sigh as we remembered walking home from Taksim at the same time this year from dinner. Our favorite nooks in Istanbul, like the street I used to live in Ankara were both being bombarded with water cannons and tear gas as the police battled on with protesters.
As the clashes hit close to home, this faux Turkish escape, though too touristic and overpriced for us, was still a nice escape.
The creative combination of shisha and teapot was pretty cool though.