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We continued walking around the village till we reached the old bazaar, which extends for 340 m and though it has been deserted (and in some parts completely abandoned) since retailers are said to have moved to the city streets there seems to be an effort to restore and liven up what once was an important business gathering place.
On many of its walls, particularly those with access to either squares or crossing points one could see notices of villagers who had recently passed away either in the village or abroad.
As we left the almost empty bazaar we made our way into a well known family factory of gaz, a Persian nougat made out of milky sap (or sugar and corn syrup) mixed with egg white, rose-water pistachio and/or almond kernels. Because we had already tried them before most of us came out of the factory carrying quite a few boxes with us.
Soon after we walked into a local grocer's, where some of my trip companions bought dried fruits and nuts of all sorts. I must confess I like this type of local shopping ..., maybe because it all looks very genuine and though things are not packed or wrapped as they would otherwise they do taste better.
As we were waiting for the bus to collect us fairly close to a mosque complex I looked around and saw some fairly "provocative" stockings I figured local women might only show their husbands and certainly in the intimacy of their homes.
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