Escaping an attempted abduction

This is a tale BC (before children) of how I escaped an attempted abduction during my travels in Istanbul: My feet took me back to the Grand Bazaar, where I had gotten lost in the labyrinthine streets and stalls that dated back to the 1400’s, with my friends earlier, but at night a market is quite a different place. Shadows stretched across the darkened shops, cafes crowded with men spilled out into the aisles, the smoke of the hookah pipes clouded the air…