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But to be honest, I had to think about it.
            I’m not a keen collector, so I’m unlikely
            to spend my days bustling between bou-
            tiques searching for the perfect addition
            to my “Cities of the World” limited edi-
            tion ceramic thimble collection. Nor am
            I a real “culture vulture.” I get hives if I
            spend  too  much  time  in  a  museum—
            particularly if it’s a sunny day—and, I’m
            ashamed to say, I fall asleep at the opera
            and the ballet.

           "Well,” I finally admitted, “I guess I just
            like to wander.”

            When I’m in a new city, I enjoy simply
            stepping into a strange street with a
            map and a short, scribbled list of rec-
            ommended restaurants and cafes (and
            bars, of course), and then…getting lost.
            That last bit happens quite naturally, be-
            cause I have such a poor sense of direc-
            tion, I wouldn’t know up from down if it
            weren’t for gravity.

            I’m a sucker for a narrow, winding
            cobbled lane. I’m always sure it will
            lead  somewhere interesting. Usually,
            it does, and when I find whatever that
            is, I have my camera at the ready.

            I come back from every trip with hun-
            dreds of photos. A wall of graffiti. An
            imposing door. An intriguing sign. A
            gargoyle hunkered in a sunbeam atop
            the roof of a cathedral. Two grown
            men, inexplicably clad in diapers, loi-
            tering beside the Seine.

            Although I’m never going to melt my
            credit card in a buying frenzy, if I see                                 Photos Copyright Amy Laughinghouse
            a shop that’s particularly unusual, I’m
            not averse to crossing the threshold.

            Istanbul’s labyrinthine Grand Bazaar,
            for example, is an absolute must. Not
            only is it an Aladdin’s treasure trove
            of hookahs, mosaic lanterns, Turkish
            rugs, tasseled slippers, belly dancing
            outfits, designer underpants and the
            occasional axe and chainmail, but it’s
            also cheap entertainment--if you’re
            not intimidated by the aggressive
            sales pitches of the proprietors. My
            favorite? “Excuse me, lady. May I sell
            you something you don’t need?” It
            was so cheeky, it almost worked.

            I’m also a huge fan of cemeteries,
            which might seem morbid, but I think
            of them as big, leafy parks filled with


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