Nearly opposite the castron, but bearing a little towards the north, is the bazaar, the object of greatest interest in every Turkish city. It consists of many irregular streets, the shops being low and sheltered by projecting roofs, under which artificers are seen at work, or a vast variety of goods are exposed to sale. Each different trade has its particular district allotted to itself. The whole bazaar is shut up every evening by lofty wooden gates, and is well guarded by innumerable watch – dogs of the fiercest nature: even in the day – time it is dangerous for a person wearing a Frank dress to pass through the district.
