The weather’s colder and wetter. The tea’s bitter. The walks are far and exhausting, but the places are amazing. The breakfast on terrace overlooking Sultanahmet with big mosques every where the eyes look is such a sight. With Bosphoros river holding ships and boats and Turkish people approaching everywhere is quite hectic. My feet hurts but my spirit is not dying. The bazaars reminded Moroccan times and the company I’m with are great.
It’s been barely 2 days. Will write again after this 4 days finish.