paparazzi

We were buying vegetables at the market on Sunday and I was as paparazzi as I could be. It was cold. My mind is still stuck at the place on the corner of the market where they heat the pastry we call gozleme on an oval tin plate. There was also Moroccan tea. I still want to go back to that time, sit one of those chairs and enjoy the tea and the gozleme in that terrible cold.