I meant to finish writing about my travels back in June this year, but life has taken a turn for the cray cray: I’ve changed jobs, started studying again, taken on more language classes and began dedicating every remaining spare second I have to recovering from the sheer enormity of each day.
It took a while for me to get around to sorting the photos from Istanbul, so long in fact that when I finally did, they made me want to go back to that hazy, sparkling, topaz-coloured city that is neither here nor there. A sui generis stuck between Europe and Asia, with traces of the Romans, the Byzantines, and Ottomans littered all over the city.
We spent a week in Istanbul (with a quick trip to Gallipoli - a story for another time), and it was easily the best time we had on the entire trip. I kept a written notebook this trip, and pages and pages of it were filled with stories from Istanbul, accounts of the food we ate, the sights we saw, the history and stories we heard, or the wonderfully passionate people we met along the way.
But for now, I’ll just let the pictures tell the tale. The place really did have such stunning shades of blue, and not just because of my tendency to oversaturate my photographs.
