How Bazaar How Bazaar

The bazaar is the largest in Samarkand, spread over a wide 17 acre area it is a mish mash of covered and open stalls, it is one of the most visited places in the city, not only by tourists but locals alike.

I wonder if the ground rent for those in the shade away from the burning mid day sun, is greater than those topping up their tans?

The Bazaar (translated as black river bazaar) gets it name from the the Siyob River flowing nearby

Gayly painted crockery, tea of course is a big thing in these here parts, not proper "builder's tea" but a far too delicate pale imitation of a "green tea"

It was in all honesty quite a boring market place, in comparison to others I have visited; it lacked hustle and bustle. It was too fucking sedate!

The place was that unbusy that even the porter had the time to sit and read the newspaper.

Don't ya just hate it when someone is reading your material from over your shoulder, I know I do.

The first, and not the last encounter with a gob full of gold, usually more for the old, older generation. Some think gold was used in days gone by due to a lack of composite teeth and dentistry, others say it is merely a status symbol of wealth.

I personally think it looks marginally better than the chavvy "turkish teeth" favoured by those who are famous for being famous.

What is the point of turkish teeth (ya know those unnatural veneers)?

They are about as attractive as plastic tits and trout pouts.