We set out from our hotel
Full of confidence and a great meal, we set out on our trek. Nothing matched the description the concierge scratched with penned lines on the map, but we were not intimidated. There was only one way to the tram station and it was down a very steep hill. (By the time we returned to the hotel, we determined that Istanbul is not an easy walking city for a disabled person.)
As we made our way toward the tram station, the call to prayer began. I joined in silently...."please get us to the old city." Message sent. Message received.
Like an intimidating barrier, the "Istanbulcard" machine was a big, harshly yellow, menacing box, with rows of black buttons and instructions in both Turkish and broken English. The line behind me was impatient as I tried to make sense of the directions. It was daunting. However, everywhere we go, there are nice people who either want to help or get you out of their way, so it was no surprise that someone stepped forward to lend a hand. Old city, here we come.
Everything in Istanbul is crowded: the streets, the tram cars and the sidewalks. People fill this city in a mosaic of colors and textures...old and young, brown and light skinned, smartly dressed and those covered in black berkas, buildings centuries old next to McDonalds and Burger King. A cacophony of sounds and languages, with urgent shop keepers bidding passersby to see inside their shops. One shouted " I have everything inside, except customers."
It was a fun day in a fascinating city. We walked for miles, uphill and downhill, through a maze of passage ways in the Spice Market and the Grand Bazaar, down a cosmopolitan street en route to Hagia Sophia, back to the tram, over to the funicular that took us up to Taksim Square and then followed a long winding road back to the hotel. Pooped, we enjoyed a very pleasant rest and the generous libations offered in the hotel lounge.
|"Turkish delight" - colorful and delicious. |
Turkey is delightful!
|Something for every taste...conservative|
|Lingerie in shop windows in a conservative country!|
|"Hello, little man"|
Creepy child-sized mannequins with
black marker moustaches!
|I photograph brooms around the world. |
This one was in the Grand Bazaar