THE WORLD IN PINK

Cihangir's witch celebrated 5 years of magic this week.  La Vie en Rose or is it Pembe Toz (pink powder) saw a crowd of well wishers.  Now I don't really understand why this place has two names except that they are both linked with a color.  The owner of this establishment has a word of mouth reputation that has kept her afloat in a market that would seem to me to be difficult to earn from.  Most people run to conventional medicine with a mistrust for anything that hasn't got a Bayer on the bottle.  Have I tried her potions?  I have to say not, but I have now heard of and met a fair amount that have.  One lady I overheard say her son no longer has ezcema thanks to Cihangir's witch and another said he is able to sleep at night at last without pills.  So maybe I should give it a shot since I have a fair number of complaints.  Back to the party which was fun.  The owner of La Vie en Rose (all in pink) welcomed everyone with some of her own home brew (which was lethal) and even put on a fabulous spread of food made by another Cihangir lady reknowed for some time for her own food magic.  The owner of La vie en Rose needs to help herself to more catering as she is now painfully thin.  I fear she might have an eating disorder of some kind which is not the best advertising for her potions given she looks like she could do with some of her won medicine.    All in all I wish her the best since far too many business open and close in a short time in this country and in Cihangir.  Thus if somewhere lasts this long then you've got to support it to make sure it can serve it's community for another 5 years especially since everyone raves about the massages and treatments that are on offer.

Vive la Vie En Rose

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THE BOOK LAUNCH - CHAPTER TWO

I knew I shouldn't have left early but I'm not much good at remaining in a place where I'm bulldozed into buying a book and buying my own drink.  Now, apart from someone standing at the door pushing a copy of the book at everyone that entered with words of 'buy this' or something to that effect I heard that there wasn't even an opening speech.  Mind you, thinking about it, if there had been everyone there would have had to raise their glasses and I'm sure many refused to pay 15 lira for a lemonade and would have been toastless.  The wannabe authoress must have been short of money, I'd say since when a couple left to find the restroom she ran after them saying 'hey have you paid your bill, I don't want to be lumbered with it?'  Not sure if she was embarrassed when informed that the expensive weak beer had gone right through forcing a toilet call.  The artist that had designed the book cover even had to pay for her own drinks.  I hope she charged for her efforts otherwise might also be another person pissed.

The wannabe authoress was then seen later in the evening in Cihangir at one of her locals (and probably went to them all) touting her book, asking drinkers to fork out their hard earned cash (they had planned to spend on drink) on her.  It does make me wonder if she can be akinned with the 'hat seller', 'the lighter seller' and the 'napkin seller' who tout the same route every night.  Are we going to see the wannabe authoress join them each evening trying her luck? Or in her case pushing it!

BOOK LAUNCH?

Forgive me for thinking incorrectly, but aren't book launches (held in bars or hotels) about getting tipsy.  Every book launch I've ever been to that started early evening and was held in a hotel did include a 'cocktail' of sorts.  However, the latest self published book by a wannabe journalist/author may have spent all her money on paying the printing house and could therefore not provide anything to tempt other than an invitation to be there.  The hotel she choose is an expensive one.  Way over priced at the best of times but historically interesting and atmospheric.

The main character of her book has another (but real) journalist a little narked.   Her name is used as the main character which could well be coincidence, but you would thought that if you were writing a book about a journalist then you would try to avoid the names of those you actually know?  And then there is the fact that the real journalist is about to bring out her own book.  In this case, not a work of fiction and not self published either. The wannabe author or is still authoress (perhaps being a 'writer' she can correct me on that) displayed her book for sale and pointed everyone towards the bar to buy their own drink.  I declined both as I needed to get out of there to pick up a bite to eat since I had been hoping for a few morsels to stave my appetite  having been hard at work all day.   I'm not sure how long the 20 or so people stayed but I hazard a guess it would not be long after they finished the drink they had to pay for.