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Turkish Viagra comes in a little jar. A silhouette on the lid depicts a toddler with an oversized member pointing skywards. ‘APRODISIAQUE,’ declares the label, ‘For Man and Women (sic)’. At 2 euros a jar you won’t find a better offer in your junk email and you won’t find a more interesting place to buy it than in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar. Continue reading
As a renowned scrooge, usually travelling on a tight budget (read: ‘my own money’), I’m regularly asked for advice about finding cheap fun in otherwise expensive cities.
Nearly everyone in the Western World has too much stuff and the Parisians apparently have more stuff that the rest of us.
It’s all fine and dandy if you’re Louis the Sun King and have hundreds of rooms in the Palais de Versailles to fill, but when the time comes to downsize, say when the kids leave home or there’s a French Revolution, what happens to the things you’ve accumulated in a lifetime of shopping? Sure, the Musee du Louvre may take some of it off your hands, but there will still be a lot of clutter up in the attic.
So the surplus gold clocks, teddy bears, Louis XIV chairs and old magazines end up in the Marche aux Puces, the biggest flea market in town, if not the world. It stocks a very high class of flea. Continue reading
‘If you get to the markets after 2.30, the good stuff is gone,’ our daughter tells me. She doesn’t mean 2.30 in the afternoon; she means that other 2.30, the ridiculous 2.30 that happens while normal sensible people are asleep.
Shopping is hell for me at any time, so bargain hunting at 2 am?? You’re kidding! But I’m a writer, and any new experience is a potential story. Continue reading
I hate shopping. Mevrouw T hates crowds. So why, whether in Sydney, Amsterdam or places in between, do we follow a weekend ritual of going to the local markets? Continue reading