“Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople.”
“Been a long time gone, Constantinople.”
“Now it’s a Turkish delight on a moonlit night”
Didn’t we all have to learn that song while in school?
Istanbul is a journey unto itself.
I barely scraped the surface as to what Istanbul is.
It is daunting, tactile and overwhelming.
The streets of Istanbul
Nor can I really explain it. It is such a mixed bag of “stuff”.
Is there such a travel blog where the writer doesn’t really write anything?
Words can barely describe it.
Truly these street photos speak for themselves.
“So take me back to Constantinople.
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople.
Been a long time gone, Constantinople.
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That’s nobody’s business but the Turks.”