One day I’m gonna get lost in the souk. Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to it. Until that day, with a bit of imaginative effort, I can pretend in Ferah on King Street. Downstairs has a colourful swirl of Firuze pottery bowls of various sizes, including some rather touristy ones with Whirling Dervishes on them. Love a sufi mystic myself, just not sure they belong on a serving platter. The tiles are gorgeous, and would make an amazing addition to any bathroom reno(for those people who do such things), there’s a bit of silver jewellery and a bunch of carpets and rugs upstairs. And some soap rather predictably called ‘Harem’. And some leopardskin cookware. My favourite thing, however, is the one that’s not for sale. A HUGE amphora big enough to hide several bodies of pesky alternative heirs to the throne in. I’ll get to Istanbul one day…