after the walk in the market, you continue wandering around istanbul and absorbing the atmosphere…wedding whites. although you are in the most conservative area of istanbul where on the streets you see burqas after burqas, in the shop windows you see extravagant wedding dresses. poofs. layers. glitz. the complete opposite. through these dresses, you see a culture that loves to celebrate. to enjoy life. to be with family. to dance. it’s not a side you see often because of stereotypes and media portrayals. but wedding dresses that fun can’t possibly be lying.
obligatory reds and browns. things one sees all over and must do and eat. the ayran yogurt drink which is offered at all your meals. small restaurant cooking. bread. turkish coffee.
red and yellow. your first mosque. unfortunately, it’s under heavy construction. but still, for never being in a mosque before, it’s still nice. and the carpet! it’s odd at first being barefoot in a place that isn’t home, but you get used to it quickly.
blue. the ubiquitous ayran yogurt drink – made by carrefour. you always find it interesting when a foreign company makes a product for a specific region that can’t be found in their home country. it’s just odd seeing the brand on something that you can’t get in the home country. and the laughing cow! even if it’s the lowest of the lows on the cheese rank, it at least makes a foreign country seem more familiar.
yellows. for when you eat a turkish home cooked dinner at night and your only light source are light bulbs. the cake – you’ll never forget it. pistachios. raspberries. bananas. chocolate. all things you love, but never really thought of putting together. until you ate this cake. and you’ll be making an interpretation of it soon. very soon.