Marie and I wanted to have the famous “Turkish Bath” experience while we were here. Not the touristy, Americanized Turkish Bath – no sir-ree! We wanted the authentic experience. So, we sought out the “real thing” – and we got it!
We found the perfect place. A women’s hamman just around the corner from where we are staying.
The attendants running the bath didn’t speak a word of English, but we managed to get by with gestures. They were really cute.
In the dressing section, we were provided with a thin cotton towel to wrap in, and then we were led to a warm marble room – marble floors, marble walls, and marble water basins. We sat back and relaxed, soaking in the heat and pouring water over ourselves.
Then, one at a time, we were called to the washing space. This is where we layed down on a marble slab, and (using the loofahs that we brought) the Turkish woman scrubbed vigorously every inch of our bodies. After that, came the sudsy massage. My attendant had strong fingers – it almost hurt!
It was a rejuvenating experience, but now we are ready for a nap!