The only other word for Istanbul…Countless mosques, ramazan, kebob, minerets, Grand bazaar, Spice Market, Topkapi, walking…walking…walking…knoshing on splendor….pronouncing our G’s…remembering our friends, cats everywhere, Asia, Europe, There goes Jimmy Ray…Loving Richard…Groovin’ on…The Golden Horn, Justinian’s countless churches…women in scarves…call to prayers, Islam, Russian Orthodox, having to pee….washing our socks…Mike the Rug Genius at the Kybele…oh! we are tired…so many laughs…thinking of Lolita…and gCarol gWheeler…wondering if this is the same Istanbul that Sudheer and Ajita visited….dinner tomorrow on the Asian side….my new leather baseball hat…missing all of our animals…loving all from afar!!!
Oh oody you solved the picture problem. The market looks just the way it did in ’98. What a super delicious place. Had lunch at Patsy’s Place today, and Patsy said no one could deserve such a groovy trip more than you guys. Groove on.
Besos