Best shop ever

In istambul i saw a really strange thing: in a street in the center there was a woman selling - 10 euro cents each - old letters, photos, postcards of unknown people. Looking at them was like digging in the most private life of others. You could get some little pieces of their existences and imagine how those documents influenced them and guess if they finally got what they were asking for. The papers were in all languages, but mostly turkish and french. Often the letters were love letters, some of them really romantic and some others extremely sad. I reaaly liked that place.