to the edge of the Bosporus,
Inside the spice market, where prices were massive and things were not always what they seemed
Our Spanish saffron knocks spots off theirs
Our Spanish saffron knocks spots off theirs
So we settled on this one, selling beef. They told us lamb was too fatty for doner
All the tram stops and Metro stations have these machines at which one can replenish one's Istanbulkart travel pass
to the palace museum and the harem. You need to know that this entails a lot of walking, as does getting anywhere in Istanbul
crafted from precious materials; the huge ormolu clock in the centre was presented to the Sultan by Queen Victoria
and a long queue to see the famous jewels. Because Lynne was limping from a sprained foot, one of the doormen let us jump the queue. You are not allowed to photograph the jewels, sadly. They are appallingly lit and rather in need of a good clean. Luckily Lynne had packed a small LED torch and was able to illuminate them well, so that we could see the details. There are some amazing diamonds and rubies, the size of pigeon eggs. Lynne has a passion for jewellery and is trained in gemology, so this was fascinating
Turkish ship A589 with an interesting history. Launched in 1943 as salvage tug USS Safeguard, she had a distinguished career in World War 2, Korea and Vietnam before being sold to Turkey in 1986
We walked over to the Harem. There is a lot of restoration going on and they mask it with drop cloths which show how it will look when finished
Back across the central courtyard
into the Eunuchs' hall
There are some amazing tiles in the Harem, very rare and beautiful
Frescoes
...in the Sultana's (Head wife's)
apartments
Superbly detailed tiles. Yellow
was a very rare and expensive colour in tiles during this period, so these are
very rare
An incredibly detailed stained
glass window
A dome, as yet unrestored, made
of fabric
A room for relaxing and talking
More superb windows in the Sultan's
apartments
A large terrace, where the women
could not be seen
A view of the Galata Tower across
the Golden Horn
It is hard not to take photos of
these magnificent windows
or these beautiful, vibrant tiles
Leaving the Harem
A view of the Karakoy district
from Topkapı
A hooded crow
They were bathing in this small
fountain
Having a lot of fun washing those
feathers
Drip dry is the order of the day
Miniature Tudor roses
Police officers on patrol
Leaving Topkapı Palace, it is a very
short walk down towards the Hagia Sophia, now a museum, the epitome of Byzantine
architecture, and the world's largest Christian cathedral for 1000
years. They started building it in 537. Islam converted it into a Mosque
in 1453 and added minarets, but many of the Christian relics remain
The Topkapı palace gate
Minarets and a dome, lots of
mixed messages
Lots of restoration going on
inside. Four six-winged seraphim feature in each corner, along with Muslim
texts
John went up to the gallery to
take photographs
An uncovered Pieta
Leaving Hagia Sophia you need to
turn back
to see this Christian fresco
Ancient walls
You can walk to the Blue Mosque
from here
Many of the historic buildings are
grouped together in the same area, which has been turned into a park
A typical Turkish wooden building,
now a hotel
We needed a beer after all that
history and the long walk
Our early evening stroll to
Kumkapı where the restaurants cluster. It was only about 7 minutes from
our apartment
Superb tomatoes with lots of
flavour. Bananas at prices that would make you gasp. But in-season
cherries, peaches and apricots were 1 to 2 Turkish Lira per kilo (R4.50 to R9)
It's choose your restaurant
time...
We opted for this one. They
promised a free drink, a free starter and a free dessert. Hmmm, don't
believe a word
We sat next to a very entertaining couple
from the UK; the young MD and his sales manager here for a fabric exposition
and we had a lovely, jolly evening with them
We ordered a half bottle of wine, a
white blend from Cappadocia of Emir and Narince; crisp and dry and R180 (ouch). Very
supermarket quality, might have cost us R35 for a full bottle in Checkers. It went with the food.
Tasted a bit like a Colombard Sauvignon blend
The rule in Turkey and Greece is
that if you eat the bread on the table you pay for it, even it it is
yesterday's, toasted. We ordered some cigara - cheese stuffed borek (filo
pastry), and some aubergine and tomato as our starters
And the revolving Turkish band
was out in force. They move from one restaurant to another and sit at a table with enough free spaces, even if you don't feel like having them there
The name of our restaurant
Lamb kebab with chips and salad
A grilled sea bream
An altar to wine?
Fish in the cold cabinet
Our bill. They add service willy
nilly and you don't seem to be able to avoid paying it, despite being ignored
for hours. They try to tell you it is tax. Lots of broken promises
too. R571. Not bad, but the food was very ordinary. Charming when they want you
to come in, after that dismally slow service
Istanbul is definitely the place to
buy shoes, this man was trading from the back of his car at 11 at night. No, we
didn't buy any
A quiet walk home
past the Armenian Church
and
into our street
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