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The day's worries wash away in Istanbul's Cagaloglu Hamami
ISTANBUL, Turkey — Inside the Cagaloglu Hamami, my masseuse, a short, paunchy woman of about 50, sings as she exfoliates me from head to toe with a rough mitt. The sweet melody contrasts with the gruff scrub job.
By Mary Ellen Monahan
November 1, 2013