Relax, we’re in Turkey! Let me show you around. I bet you’ll like it here.”
I had to admit I was rather curious to see more of this fascinating place. A sightseeing tour would be a great way to stretch our legs after the long flight. I did not know how we were supposed to go home again, but I wasn’t getting back into that crate!
As we headed out of the shop, Mr Marhammat called, “Don’t forget your fez, William! I kept it for when you returned.” He placed a funny-looking hat on William’s head. It was made of bright red velvet with a floppy silk tassel that dangled from its flat top. Mr Marhammat tied it on William’s head with a leather strap. The fez tilted jauntily above his left eye, but it was a perfect fit. It gave him a different look – he suddenly had that keen, happy glint in his eyes that dogs get when presented with a juicy bone.
We agreed to meet Mr Marhammat back at the shop a bit later that day and strolled out into the Grand Bazaar, the great market in Istanbul where all sorts of goods and artefacts are sold. It is housed in a great building with a very high roof. People were swarming everywhere. There was much to see – carpets, porcelain, clothing, spices, leather jackets and bags, all sold from the tiniest stalls. I loved the exotic smells, the bustle and the noise.
We stopped at a stall where William lectured me on how the yarn for Turkish rugs was carefully dyed and woven by skilled weavers. I knew I’d look at the carpet in my dad’s study with greater respect after that lesson. I certainly would never again trudge all over it with muddy shoes. My mum would be pleased.
As we walked, a few people approached us to give William a friendly pat. “What a lovely doggy! He looks like a spaniel that used to hang around here a few years ago,” some of them remarked. “That one was no ordinary mutt.”
William ignored them and just kept walking.
“No need to act so cool. They all recognise you!” I whispered loudly, following him as he trotted through the crowd. He just grinned. Then, as we rounded a corner, he lifted his leg against a rolled carpet. “Please behave!” I begged.
He could be such a dog.
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