So today is our first dreary day since arrival almost a week ago. It is mid 40's and misty. So, a perfect day to find my turkish bath. I have directions from a Canadian woman who runs a textile shop; she sends me to a place that the "locals" like to use. We walk down cobbled streets seemingly forever- almost lost in the maze of pathways. But alas, I arrive and I can tell you that it is everything I ever hoped it would be! The lady who will assist me over the next hour or two is about 65-70 yrs old. She reminds me of my Italian nanny- round, soft- well, you get what I am saying....Anyways, she directs me to sit next to a huge marble sink & begins pouring water from a basin on me. Then, I am told to sleep in the steam room. So, I am laying on a slab of marble (of course, from the Marmara Sea of Turkey) for a very long nap& then she comes to me. I am rinsed, scrubbed, massaged, bathed, lotioned, & hair shampooed. It was so nice (-: I am sure something is lost in this "translation"- but it is a wonderful way to be taken care of by someone.
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