The others are in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Florida, and Sarah Palin's Alaska.
I walked around it.I wish I were more of a museum guy.
Fascinated by things behind ropes.
But I'm not.
I overheard the friendly greeter lady talk about her upcoming trip to Turkey.
Hey, I've been to Turkey.
So I talked about Turkey with her.
I told her all I knew about Istanbul.
Its delicious doner kabob and stretchy ice cream, Taksim Square's non-stop nightlife, the disorienting labyrinth of the Grand Bazaar, the Blue Mosque, style-conscious teens, street vendors with all the colorful men's shirts, shoe shine scams, and the debonair gent on their currency.
She gave me her email address if I had any more information.
I'll have to email her.
I forgot to mention the fortune telling rabbits.
I enjoyed the De Vargas Street House.
It came in first place for best oldest house in the US.
I walked around Santa Fe some more.Churches, the sky, adobe piles.
Someone mentioned Canyon Road.
That's where all the folk art is.
Folk art.
I wish I were more of a folk art guy.
Not really.
But for the sake of the day I do.
I got on the road instead.
On the freeway I chanced upon the Tesuque Flea Market.
A big sign yelled at me.
NO CAMERAS
NO SKETCHING
At first I thought "no sketching" meant "no being paranoid on crystal meth".But it meant no drawing.
I forgot that people flock to New Mexico to sketch.
Both ways.
I bought a bag of green chile powder and a couple of little wooden birdies.
The man said the birdies were from Kenya.
He was from Ghana.
I mentioned that I had once worked with a woman from Ghana.
I said her name out loud because it remains a great name.Lovelyn Nunoo.
He asked me where I was from.
I correctly answered Chicago.
He said he lived in Chicago for a few months.
Drove a cab but it wasn't for him.
I looked around.
The flea market was peaceful.
I thought about Chicago.
And its unnecessary anger.
And how it's probably not for me anymore either.
I took in the pace and the peace of the flea market.
Then I pretended to make a call on my cellphone and used it to take pictures.
Like a Chicagoan.
O Dude of the East.
I don't think that's what is typically meant by "talking turkey". But I don't know stuff.
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