More photos from wanderings with Suzanne. The peeling graffiti posters are mesmerizing. Somehow shabby and lush all at the same time.
Here I am. Hypnotize me!
Some parts of the city are dusty and full of melancholy. Everything is tired and worn. The houses and buildings lean towards the streets. Occasionally a bright unruly bougainvilla rambles up a roof, over a fence, into a tree. A rose bush blooms on a weed-choked median.
Something green and frilly is growing high up on a window ledge. An owl roosts on a sidewalk. Keeping watch. If I close my eyes I can imagine wings beating up off the pavement at night and rising into a cloudless sky.
To see the city in black and white is to see it through the tarnish of history: the patina of what is old and faded and no longer matters to the rest of the world. Even the greatest Ottoman architecture has a humble simplicity that suggests an end-of-empire gloom.