American in Budapest

A Year of Living Extemporaneously

Istanbul, City of Two-Continents

Istanbul, residing as it does on the edge of two-continents, still gets to call itself Europe’s largest city with its teeming population of more than 15-million people. For many, it’s a city that occupies a uniquely romanticized space in people’s imagination — a swirling image of magic carpets, smells of spices wafting through pulsating markets, foods that endlessly tantalize one’s taste buds, and coffee houses serving brews that either mesmerize, or befuddle, coffee aficionados.

We stayed in the intriguing Fatih neighborhood, where the push and pull of local culture presented an unfamiliar cultural undertow. This amazing city of mosques, and cultures, of sites and sounds, intoxicates visitors with its endless gifts of diversity.

Perhaps the perfect metaphor for Istanbul is entering the world famous Grand Bazaar, one of the oldest and largest covered markets in the world. A universe of its own, the Grand Bazaar consists of 4,000 shops and 61 covered streets. While wandering there, you become one of the 300,000 people who visit daily.

Istanbul too, is a world onto itself. One minute, you’re standing in Europe and a few minutes later, Asia. It’s vibrant, colorful, and intensely, multi-cultural. The mosques sing out their enchanting calls-to-prayer, and the waters of the Bosporus pull you in. Istanbul is an experience not to be missed.

Entering the Grand Bazaar, with its endless maze of nooks and crannies, is the perfect metaphor for Istanbul itself.
The old bazaar is a warren of gold, silver, rug, food and spice vendors. It’s easy to lose your way.
A jewelry shopkeeper in the Grand Bazaar.
A rug vendor within the Grand Bazaar. Some say that you need to take out a mortgage to buy an authentic Turkish rug these days. That’s not too far from the truth.
Looking out at the Bosporus Straits which separate the European (left) and Asian (right) sides of Istanbul.
The European sides of Istanbul. The famous Galata Tower, with the pointed conical roof, sits across the water. It’s an old Genoese tower built in 1349 at the highest point of the Walls of Galata.
Exquisite interior of one of Istanbul’s glorious mosques.
Turkish busker.
Turkish painting depicts the patience needed to change a culture.
Inside a former Istanbul synagogue – now an art center.
Street vendors selling fresh grilled fish sandwiches.
“How does it taste, Marsha?’ Her response: “So good!”
Small lighthouse and island in the Bosporus Strait, Istanbul Harbor.
Having our morning coffee in a local breakfast place in the Fatih District.

Colorful olives being sold in a neighborhood near the Grand Bazaar.
Arab women disembarking from a commuter ferry. Their colorful garb suggests they are not Turkish.