In Istanbul — where they tell you “Go this way for the mosque and museums, go that way for the bizarre and watch out for pickpockets!” — you meet your shuttle (or as I like to now think of it: death bus) back to the cruise ship at this jewelry store.

They’d like it if you shop there. So we do. And they have a great model, the woman just pulls out the jewelry and puts everything on a platter. She’ll tell you about the price later. When my wife mentions she likes sapphires the woman’s face lights up. “Let’s go look in the sapphire room!”

So I’m biding my time, waiting to tell her “This place will not be cheap like the place we saw in the fishing village.” After the window shopping is done we learn the price. That necklace? $4,000, American.

We did not buy it. And the jeweler did not like it when she learned of our price points.

Lovely people though.