We were in Istanbul recently and decided to go antiquing in the city that spans Europe and Asia. With a little research I found that the locals go to a street called Çukur Cuma. After a lot of back and forth with a taxi driver we settled on pronouncing it something like Choocker Juma. Its in the heart of the 18th century part of town on a steep hill not too far from the Para Palace Hotel (a must see). Anyway here's a little walk down the hill.
Kocgiri Antiques; antique Iznik tiles, architectural salvage and everything in-between
Try lunch at Kedi; a great little cafe serving regional Turkish cuisine - yum. They are popular with locals as we found out. Food is displayed behind a glass screen for the Turkish impaired - like us. While we were eating some political party members came through passing out roses to all the girls so I got one though they must have known I wasn't likely to vote. One of the local men gave me his and when we left we gave both to the proprietor's wife. She collected a nice little bouquet.
18 Istanbul restores Industrial antiques, signs and they also make new items. I really wanted that Cigarette sign but couldn't figure out what to do with it.
why use a computer when you can have this? All it needs is a new ribbon and it will last another 100 years.
What a great door. Unfortunately it was in use and not for sale.
The Turks love ceiling decorations like this medalion - pretty impressive.
These chairs were waiting for restoration. If you think you don't have enough space imagine these guys.
Ok, not antiques but you can't visit Turkey without trying their pickles. They pickle everything and we couldn't get enough of them. More yum.
Lol cats Turkish style. The bottom one is not for sale.
A friend collects Fezs and we found the mother-lode. Turks are experts at hand pounded felt and take pride in their dying skills.
We didn't stop but what nice store front.
Not sure what this meter was for but I hope you can read Arabic script.
You see these in a few shops. They are grain threshers used in the mainland wheat country. Made by embedding sharp stone shards into a plank. Whack you grain stalks agains them et voila.
We did end up buying a few things and not every store was open so we'll be back the next time we're in town. We hear there is another district like this on the other side of the Bosporus in Asia, a short and cheap ferry ride away.