20/5 Shopping Claustrophobia

Walked to the pants adjuster.

Walked to the market at the central railway station. 

Lost in the shopping maze.

Taxi home. 

Wine on the balcony 

 

 

 WALKED TO THE PANTS ADJUSTER
I had bought a suit in Turkiye and I was very glad I had because suit shops seem essentially non existent in Tbilisi.  However I had not had the pants set to the right length and I had not found a white shirt that fitted.  It appears I need 4XL and 3XL is the most I could find in Turkiye.  Now with the derth of suit shops in Tbilisi, I was getting a little concerned.  Anyway, we found a potential clothing alterator and began the treck.  The shop had three older men and some sewing machines.  The lead guy recruited a translator from a nearby shop and we were able to communicate requirements and the fellow convinced me to allow the waist to be take  in. - When collected the next day, all was good.  

They did not sell shirts and pointed us in the direction of the central railway station.  

Upon arrival, I was a bit concerned but gradually established that this was a huge market consisting of a wide variety of selling establishments from out door stalls to inside shops with doors and glass walls to a myrad of tiny indoor stalls.  Bought a white shirt and relaxed.  

Phoebe then went in search of shoes.

 

 

One of several huge rooms of gold trading.  It seemed like people would rent a space consisting of  glass topped draw and a chair.  Display their gold jewellery for sale and presumably offer to buy yours. 
I wonder how to determine what is real gold?

Video of the market. 

3 and a half minutes of gradually increasing claustrophobic shopping

https://youtu.be/AfvZyCEQWKE?si=NhS3hy3Qa3AbhAuY