This city must be a cartographer’s delight. Istanbul is unlike any other city I’ve been to. Though it appears to have snatched tiny bits of other cities’ souls.
In Istanbul, I’ve become the tourist that I usually love to make a mockery of. My mouth is constantly open, my jaw perpetually falling, my desire to buy souvenirs and junk never ending. I am also wedded to my tourist guide book.
It’s a vast city, and the shopkeepers constantly call out to you. They try to make you halt by first asking if you’re Indian. And then rattling Shah Rukh Khan, Salman Khan and Aamir Khan. (Sometimes even Indira Gandhi and Hema Malini).
There’s more to this city than these ancient parts. But for now, I am dazzled by them.
(in a different post I may talk about the dazzlement caused by the amazing visit to a Turkish bath).