Knife Sharpener

I have come to like going into Ortakoy to do my Saturday shopping. It's such a real place without malls and mega stores. I put my wheeled shopping carrier onto the bus and spend a happy hour or two puttering around. This knife sharpener brought back a childhood memory of the old Italian man who used to come down our street with a similar setup mounted on a bicycle. My mother was quite frightened of him, I remember. Foreign, you know.