Before I headed to Turkey with Justin I tried to contact some friends of mine there, but to no avail. When I was in Izmir last year those friends had taken me to a leather shop that their friend and neighbot Ibo worked in. We had tea there and visited with the shop owner. The shop was with in a maze of shops within a labrinth of a market that I couldn't hope to find again with out a guide. However while Justin and I were walking through the market we past an alley way. My spirit cried out to go back so I did...we walked a distance...and again I felt we should head down another row of shops and then I glanced into a building's entrance that I felt just might be the place...we entered in and just as I realized that this was the back entrance (on my previous visit a year before I had entered a different way and exited a different way than this) the owner of the shop recognized me and assisted us in finding Ibo, his former employee who was now running his own store elswhere in the city.
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