On the Seine.
Istanbul:
Rachel in a quiet corner. Despite the crowds, the immensity of the place makes this possible.
Byzantine cistern.
The blue mosque, down the street from Hagia Sophia.
Inside the Blue Mosque.
Istikbal street, full of people dawn to midnight. No cars allowed, just a lone trolley car going back and forth.
Inside the Sultan's palace with James.
Suburban Istanbul that we saw on a ferry cruise.
Typical Istanbul houses.
After leaving Istanbul we went to the small picturesque town of Safranbolu. The town is known for having typical Ottoman houses and was filled with tourists, although the vast majority were Turkish tourists.
Safranbolu is named after the saffron they grow near there. Store owners often offered tea made of saffron.
Lokum, known to outsiders as Turkish Delight. We bought a box, then climbed to the top of a hill just above Safranbolu to gorge ourselves.
Amasra, near Sarfranbolu, but out of the mountains and on the Black Sea coast. Some women (think church women) were selling plates of food so we bought some dolmas and stuffed peppers. Yum. Speaking of which, Turkish food is awesome. Eating a whole bunch of small plates (mezza) instead of a main dish is typical, as it is in the Arab world, and the small dishes tend towards the vegan.
It is a typical beach town, really, with a harbor, a couple of rides, fish restaurants, and ice cream. Bikinis, as opposed to Egypt, were not uncommon. Turks in general tended to dress informally, even in Istanbul. Lots of men in shorts and women in tank tops, neither of which are seen often in Cairo.
Okay, no produce can hold a candle to Egypt, but Turkey had some good fruit.
Next it was off to Capadoccia, land of strange rock formations. We had two hours in Ankara on our way, and managed to take the subway downtown, but it wasn't particularly interesting.
In Cappadoccia we took a day tour that included exploring a medieval Byzantine cave city.
Cappadoccia is really famous for little churches carved out of rocks.
We hiked for a couple of days down this narrow lush valley, with churches carved into the valley walls, a river and tiny cafes. We almost got mowed over by a herd of cows, and the dog that had been following us disappointingly did nothing to help.
This is a particularly big monastery complex.
These are really what the region is famous for: these mushroom/phallus things, a result of a softer rock layer under a harder rock layer, so that the tops protect the columns from erosion.
Some of the nicer New Testament paintings in the churches.
It was hot, though, and we could see how critical having places to rest from hiking in the shade was.
1 comment:
Great pics! Great looking desserts! Great moustache! I miss you two.
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