The mystifying thing is how empty it was, at least in the morning. By afternoon, however, the schoolchildren had arrived.
Now, I'm a curiosity in Turkey. I just am. People just don't see many Chinese people. But mostly, unless they have a reason, people don't approach me about it.
Not so the kids.
They were remarkably polite and well-behaved, these Turkish kids. They'd say "Hello! How are you?" often with giggles, and would look very pleased when I replied "Hello! I'm good, how are you?" Perhaps it was most of the English they knew. They ran around, the way kids do, but they seemed to listen to their guardians. They were cheerful and gregarious and tended to get out of the way if they thought they were blocking you. I never got the feeling they were making snide remarks about me (or anything else) in Turkish. They just seemed like they were having a good time looking at all the cool stuff, or (if they weren't interested in the cool stuff) having a good time running around with their friends.
It was nice being greeted by them and greeting them in return.