#29: Traditional Turkish Ebru water and ink painting (Video)

On our cycles through Ditsingen and Plochingen near Stuttgart, we found a couple of mosques holding open days. A tour, some delicious food, and Orhan Erdogan making traditional Turkish Ebru paintings from ink suspended in water.

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