At the dentist and hear shouting in the street. Doesn’t sound angry, but obviously in Turkish so don’t understand. Turns out it’s gypsies selling potatoes. Now aware, as I write, that I should say Roma, not gypsies. And it seems perfectly reasonable that people should be able to decide what terms are acceptable in reference to themselves. But I’m going to miss the word gypsy, because it always had for me a freedom of the road romantic sound that is missing from the replacement.
Stop on the way back from the dentist at Petek bakery near the waterfront. We’re in search of better bread than the little shop provides, preferably wholemeal. Not overly optimistic, since the bakery specialises in fancy pastries. Either eat in or take out, and not underpriced. There is a huge variety of pastries, but also a few loaves of bread, one kind probably at least partly wholegrain, judging by colour. Not remotely interesting looking, but we buy it anyway. However, they do have simits, sesame studded bagels, known in the South and in Greece as koulouri. Not true bagels, though bagel shaped. These have been baked, whereas a Montreal or New York style bagel would have been boiled first and then baked and would have a denser chewier consistency. But very nice if eaten within hours of being baked. So we choose a large one to try it out and split it when we get home. Very nice - we’ll be back. Bread OK.
Around supper time we hear a very jangly version of Yankee Doodle outside and investigate. An ice cream truck! Really only familiar to both of us from books. Feels like we’re living in an urban area from a previous era, which of course in another sense we are. Earlier we heard a beep and a watermelon truck was passing. Didn’t buy watermelon or ice cream, but fascinated.
Stop on the way back from the dentist at Petek bakery near the waterfront. We’re in search of better bread than the little shop provides, preferably wholemeal. Not overly optimistic, since the bakery specialises in fancy pastries. Either eat in or take out, and not underpriced. There is a huge variety of pastries, but also a few loaves of bread, one kind probably at least partly wholegrain, judging by colour. Not remotely interesting looking, but we buy it anyway. However, they do have simits, sesame studded bagels, known in the South and in Greece as koulouri. Not true bagels, though bagel shaped. These have been baked, whereas a Montreal or New York style bagel would have been boiled first and then baked and would have a denser chewier consistency. But very nice if eaten within hours of being baked. So we choose a large one to try it out and split it when we get home. Very nice - we’ll be back. Bread OK.
Around supper time we hear a very jangly version of Yankee Doodle outside and investigate. An ice cream truck! Really only familiar to both of us from books. Feels like we’re living in an urban area from a previous era, which of course in another sense we are. Earlier we heard a beep and a watermelon truck was passing. Didn’t buy watermelon or ice cream, but fascinated.
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