blue and red. for the obligatory headscarves in all the mosques. sometime they supply it, like this mosque. but you have your own polyester one stashed in your purse. red. for the street number plates. amazing how you can be reminded of a city just by the style of the number plaques. france has it’s signature blue ones, and turkey has red.
whites. you’re not allowed to make photos inside. and it’s heavily enforced. but outside, right next to the sea, it’s game. you’re right next to the sea. you find the most adorable pair of chairs. the guard you know not to fool around with. and an aviary full of feathers.
mister peacock decides he wants a girlfriend. so, hop!, out come the feathers. all that iridescent blue is enough to seduce you. you move as close as you possibly can because you can’t take your eyes of something so beautiful.
but miss peacock, on the other hand, just cares about eating. she doesn’t even give him one glance. and she’s not the only one. all of the females ignore him and just keep eating. so the moral of the story is: you can be very very good looking, but you better have delicious food if you want attention!
steel gray. it isn’t necessarily gray skies. it’s noon and the sun is just just shining extremely strongly. you’re also hungry. real hungry. you leave the palace and start walking north to an area called ortakoy to find a good restaurant.
and there aren’t any. it’s rows and rows of nothing but schools. 30, 40, 50, minutes worth! you and your friend decide you’re absolutely famished and you’ll eat anything, whatever it is, at the next restaurant that pops up.
you pass the last school wall. and you see…
black and white. paul! a PAUL! in istanbul! but you decide together that as famished as you are, eating paul in istanbul is not really the best idea. paul is great, but you most profiter being in istanbul. so you take your chances and keep walking.
reds. and you find this. ev mantisi, little turkish raviolis covered with yogurt. paçanga böreg, a flaky pastry filled with… you forgot. cream cheese, you think. but you are far from sure. and lastly, etli yaprak sarma, grapeleaves stuffed with beef, covered once again in yogurt.
much better than eating french chain pastries.
crystal. after satisfying your hunger, you walk a few steps over to a mosque. which will become your favorite mosque.
yellow lights from the asian coast. you’re already amused by the fact that you can see germany while standing on swiss soil. so the idea of being able to see an entirely different continent is almost too much to handle.