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Saturday Snapshot- Istanbul

Hey everyone! I'm back with another Saturday Snapshot*. This week, I'll be sharing the last few pictures from  my trip to Turkey. Stay tuned for another mini-series!
* This meme is hosted by westmetromommyreads.com

Turkish dancers





Formations of rock and sand

Overview of the dunes

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  1. Great photos! It looks an amazing place.

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    1. It certainly was- I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  2. I always enjoy your photos - it's like traveling around the world without leaving my home! I love seeing other places, people, and cultures.

    Your last two photos reminded me of our Badlands here in the U.S. (in North & South Dakota) - I will have to post some of my Badlands photos on a Saturday Snapshot!

    Thanks for sharing -

    Sue

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    1. Thanks Sue! I'm looking forward to seeing pictures of your Badlands sometime soon. I've never been to either North or South Dakota, but the Badlands sound like an interesting place.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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