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In the hotel lobby, I took an elevator down
            to the hammam area, and as soon as I entered,
            I could feel its ancient roots. I walked down
            stone walkways and stairs, passing through
            wooden doors so low that I had to duck, a re-
            minder that people were shorter three cen-
            turies ago. In a courtyard, a giant, 300-year-
            old dome with small holes dotting its surface
            let sunlight into the hammam room.
              After I changed into a terry cloth robe and a
            paper thong, an attendant led me to the warm
            and steamy treatment room. There, Sara, a
            young Ethiopian woman guided me to a heated
            marble slab. I lay down wearing only the paper
            thong, but it was just Sara and me, so I felt
            comfortable. Sara began by gently scrubbing
            me all over with a loofa.
              She rinsed me with warm water, using an
            antique metal basin to scoop the water from a
            trough. The ritual felt right, slow, and soft.
              Sara then scrubbed me with a soft cloth,
            warm water and soap that made bubbles; it
            felt like being in a bubble bath without the
            bathtub. As she rinsed me again with warm
            water from the antique basin, I noticed how
            she took her time, moving back and forth, to
            the trough with the basin, the sound of her
            scooping up the warm water, her footsteps
            back to me and then the warmth as she poured
            the water onto me. The rhythm created a
            soothing pattern that allowed me to slow down
            and relax.
              As she shampooed my hair, I looked up at
            the 300-year-old dome with its holes letting in
            sunlight, just as so many others had done be-
            fore me, through the centuries. Sara made
            more trips to the trough with the basin, for
            more warm water to rinse out the shampoo.
              She washed my face, then poured the last
            warm water rinse, all over. When I stood up,
            she gave me a final, refreshing, cool water       Top: Antique metal basin to scoop the water
            rinse. As she rubbed me dry with a thick, soft    from a trough
            towel, I felt buffed, polished, sparkly clean     Bottom: The 10 Karaköy Hotel, Istanbul. Photo
            and relaxed.                                      provided by the 10 Karaköy Hotel.
                                                              Right:-Fountains in the courtyard of the hammam.




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