We went to a jersey factory that produced normal clothes. Especially to denmark. Nice quality.
We saw clothes we wanted, but couldn't buy.
We shared thoughts on the clothing.
We recognized the labels.
We saw the factory. Interesting mass production.
You're not a real Turk if you don't know your way around a sewing machine. Or something.
We went to a sourcing agency, where we again drooled over the clothing in the showroom.
Very nice indeed.
We went to BK in Taksim. One of the workers had a tattoo. Hmmm... 'Nuf said...
We shopped in Taksim.
We got a ride home in the hustling death-cabs.