The organic market in Feriköy is a saturday ritual.  A day to have the morning tea with neighbors. A day to run into friends i haven’t seen for a while. A day to meet new people over a tangerine. A day to catch up with yogi friends and remind myself that i should practice more yoga.  A day to have a chit chat over which vegetables are coming up in the upcoming weeks and which are to disappear soon with the vendors, most of whom are women. Which is not a very common thing here. A day to go over what to cook over the next week  and check what my body craves for. A day to practice photography with forms, colors and kids.

Generosity  of colors,  cries of children, smell of pancakes, bitterness of the wind, a reassurance of abundance, and of a community. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude for life itself, indeed.

 

 

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