Storm Byron not quite finished with us so rains off and on throughout the day. By late afternoon - about sunset - the rain has stopped, though undoubtedly not done for the week, so we nip down to the little supermarket to restock.
Can smell bread baking as we walk in and sure enough it’s in the oven, an oven that helpfully lets us know there are ten minutes remaining until it’s finished baking. The loaves are long and the girl kindly tells us what we can’t see or smell: “olives”. It’s olive bread.
Buy oranges for the first time this year as we’re pretty well finished harvesting what’s reachable. Still have orange juice J squeezed in the fridge though. By the time we’re finished with the rest the girl has the hot olive bread in a paper bag for us.
Wait for the itemised receipt after putting everything in our bag. They tend to forget and it looks like most customers don’t bother. It’s not that we’re likely to be overcharged, and if something did have to be returned they’d probably take our word for it. We’re regulars. But the receipts are a useful reminder of prices and, more importantly, they’re helpful in learning bits of Turkish for the items we most frequently buy, particularly produce. Most things do have a sign with name and price in the shop, but - as in other countries - the price you are looking for is frequently the one that is missing.
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