We went to the Grand Bazaar early this morning, and were greeted by many eager merchants calling out, "Lady, Lady, we have carpets! Leather, leather, leather, Lady, leather, leather, leather! Best price pashmina! You want gold? silver?" etc. etc. etc. And all around, tea was being hurriedly delivered in swinging, round carriers to each store. As we rounded a corner of this enormous covered bazaar, I came upon this shop with a man leisurely reading his newspaper, but clearly prepared for the day with all his lights turned on. It was one of those moments when you don't have time to compose or fiddle with camera settings or anything -- but somehow, it turned out to be the image I wanted to remember.