Growing up bilingual I have always flipped between English and Turkish without any thought, except I guess, for the days of the week. The days of the week I learnt by rote. So I visited the open market on Thursday with a smile to myself, gently reminding me of my childhood. The market in Famagusta is referred to as the Cuma Pazarı, which translates directly to the Friday bazaar. The reason it's held on a Thursday and not a Friday as its name should demand, is so the square isn't left in a tip once people clock off for the weekend. I guess there is less incentive to clear up the rubbish if it's a late Friday afternoon. What tickles me further is that the word for bazaar (pazar) translates as Sunday. So my childish brain goes round and round, playing with these names and places.