After thrifting with my neighbor, we stopped at the Babylon Market for some of its famed baba ghanoush. The market was out of the eggplant dip, but I left with hummus, halloumi cheese, Turkish delight, fresh pita, and a sandwich.
This is a perfect example of what NOT to wear to a Middle Eastern market. The younger men kept it together (mostly staring at my legs), but one old man stopped not two feet from me to ogle my cleavage. The decision to stop at the market was spur-of-the-moment. My next, planned, visit will require a more modest outfit.
Shirt, Banana Republic (thrifted). Dress, Body Central. Shoes, Carlos Santana (thrifted). Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Necklace, The Bead Factory. Bag, vintage.