News of a transatlantic move. Three weeks until blast off. Husband suggests trip so no regrets later. To-do list with pressing matters examined. Guilt ensues. Friend agrees to go. Tickets booked. To-do list thrown out window for three days. Istanbul… here we come.
That was the extent of my disjointed thought process before going to Istanbul. With very little time left on my Dubai watch, I squeezed this one in, barely.
When I think of Istanbul, I think of the rise and fall of powerful empires. I think of sweeping views and majestic landmarks. I think of Europe and Asia meeting in one place – each staking its claim and imposing its culture on the people of the city. Larger than life. So when I came home to look at my pictures, I was really surprised by how many I had of little details. It’s the kind of city where you can spend a lot of time on countless rooftop cafes and restaurants, marveling at the rich history of the city below and wondering about the future of the 14 million people who call Istanbul home. But while walking around on the streets, it’s easy to lose sight of the bigger picture and become mesmerized by the beautiful little details that surround you. Another less romantic theory is that I didn’t have three children tagging along distracting me and could actually notice a pretty faucet. 🙂
Here are some of those little pretty touches and quiet moments I found in grand and chaotic Istanbul.