Bizarre Bazaar encounter

A few years ago I was on a package holiday with my wife in southern Turkey near the town of Fethiye. We arrived late at night and later the following morning, a Saturday, we set off to walk into Fethiye to get our bearings. It was late March and the first weekend of the tourist season. Shopkeepers in the market were opening up their shops for the first time. They were keen for business. We tried not to look interested as we weren't really ready to do any souvenir shopping. However as we neared the end of running this gauntlet of killim sellers we weakened, hesitated and were soon drawn in to one particular shop. There was nothing special about this one. The owner who we later learned was Mustapha went straight into selling mode, pulling down killims to spread before us from piles which stretched almost to the ceiling. When we insisted that we had just arrived in town that day and were not ready to buy anything he said " I am just practising." We were soon sitting down and his wife served us tea. We got chatting and we said that we were Scottish. Immediately he said "Edinburgh?" and we admitted that was where we lived. He seemed to know a bit about the city although he had never been there. He mentioned the Castle, Princes St., the Royal Mile, and St Leonards. The conversation went back and forth but returned again to Edinburgh. Again he mentioned St. Leonards, a district not familiar to many visitors. I challenged him about this. "How do you know St. Leonards?" "Ah, I have a friend there" and he named a company which imports Asian artefacts. The company had been importing killims from Mustapha's father and later Mustapha for 25 years. The company is owned by Jonathan, one of our best friends in Edinburgh. We had been in Turkey for less than 24 hours and had spoken to about four Turkish people in that time. One of them knew one of our friends.