The one touristy thing I've done.
Before going in I sat outside to put on a jacket. This little cat came up to me. I reached out to see if it wanted a neck scritch. Thirty minutes later I was sitting tightly, navigating a narrow perch with my backpack taking up half the sitting space cos this kitty was a LAP cat. I haven't much of a lap so I had to keep one hand in between my thighs so it wouldn't fall through. The other hand was petting madly. It protested when I stopped rubbing its head and ears. No way was I going to give up this great cat moment. A genuine lap kitty. What a bastard. Yes, I'll take you home. No, I have no home at present. Yes, you can come 'round Turkey on a bike with me. I'll get a little basket so you can ride out front. It'll have a cover on cade you want to snooze. You can ride with Buster.
No, I cant bring you. Yes, I want to kill myself. Yes, you're the only love I've had in weeks. No, I cant leave you. Yes, I have to.
Then I toughened up:
For fuck sakes, I gotta go see this stupid dirt pit. You live here, you'll be fine, you're just working me for the sucker I am anyway.
Oh, BISCUITS. Now with the biscuits and the purring.
I managed to get Velcro off of me. He or she ran right up and claimed my backpack. Would not leave. Asshole. I love you!! I gotta go.
The Agora Open Market dates from 200 A.D. That's all the historical context I got to give. The rest is on the placards.
