Last week, my mother and I visited the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. I sought to discover parts of myself and celebrate the enduring accomplishments of Armenians who helped shape the city's soul.
Upon entering the bazaar, we were surrounded by the smells of incense and roasted nuts, and the sounds of hawkers and hammers on metal. Sunlight streaming through the ceiling skylights created dancing patterns on the ancient stone.
As I walked, I felt a pull, retracing footsteps I'd never taken, but somehow knew.
Enduring accomplishments of Armenians whose skills helped shape the soul of the city must be celebrated — yet they are so often forgotten.
Author's summary: Discovering heritage at the Grand Bazaar.