Bathed in Memories
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We found many similarities between our experience with Turkish baths and that of Patricia Beeson (“Turkish Bathos,” May 15). Ours, however, was in Kusadasi, Turkey, and apparently was a more pleasant, more sanitary experience.
The domed room with the center platform and the basin-lined walls were similar, and the bathing-massaging routine sounded the same. However, we did not have to share the room with 200 Turkish women nor frolicking rodents; we had it to ourselves. We each had a male masseur who was appropriately attired and who gave a bath-massage of appropriate intensity and thoroughness. We were provided a modicum of modesty.
Afterward, we were provided with clean Turkish towels and allowed to dress at leisure in changing booths that lacked any Twain-like “rusty old mattresses.” In short, it was a very unique and pleasant experience.
SUSAN HOEHN, SUSAN STATLER, Los Angeles
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