A man is sitting on a stool just by the door of his shop. On his lap is an intricately carved copper vessel. With his left hand he holds a big chisel over the vessel and with his right he gently beats it with a hammer. Every second he keeps changing the position of the nail, carving a pattern on the metal. The metal protests in pain, expelling a piercing sound, but that sound is muffled under the melody of the tune the man is humming. “Bazaars and bedestens are different. We call the covered bazaars ‘bedesten’. This one is a bazaar, not a bedesten,” says Sehzat. It is my…