Don't let the stars get in your eyes.... Suddenly the autumn foliage seems to suggest stardust. I'm not complaining. Here, a chance glance toward the sidewalk surprised with a constellation of fallen leaves.
Long before there was refrigeration, there was pickling. A tradition that continues in earnest to this day. Here, a small sampling of the rich roster of pickles offered at Petek Turşulari, the city's most popular pickle shop.
I sure hope the person buried here was named Joy, because it seems an odd emotion to find expressed within a cemetery. Even the fanciful Mount Auburn Cemetery. (I also like the straightforward demand the tombstone seems to make: "Joy, period!")