We are taking the day off from hustling up and down the Cihangir hilltop. Sister woke up with a brilliant idea to go sit at Cuppa and work in our journals. So here we sit surrounded by grubbers and chatters. How divine. I'm sipping my 2nd iced latte and just finished a ham & cheese french toast sandwich. I could be in Los Angeles except for the Rose of Sharon trees, the draping vines, tame cats, and all the people speaking Turkish. Digging in. Soaking up the neighborhood. Bliss.
Woke up this morning at 9 am to a bright blue day, blue water as far as the eye can see, sky like faded denim. We rearranged the patio furniture in a more pleasing configuration and lazed about till noon.
Made the acquaintance of 2 fine gentlemen from Montreal sitting at a table across from us. Mercan Dede and Jarret. They engaged us in a conversation about our journals and were very curious. I let them look through mine and stood chatting at their table for awhile. Mercan Dede (turkish) mentioned he was here in Istanbul with his band and handed me a cd on his way out the door. I thanked him. Music to journal by later. An entirely delightful encounter.
I loved the 800 cd so much a few days later we went into a music store and a knowledgeable clerk led me to the Mercan Dede section where I bought 2 more cds: Breath and Su. What an incredible discovery. The nay is an instrument I'd never heard of, but now that I've heard it played before I don't have words to describe how evocative and deep it is. I've added the music to my sidebar along with a video down below.
On our way home we stopped at the mosque down the street from our apartment. Closed, but we peered in the windows and saw the whole place filled with light from its large south facing windows. Dappled tile and chandeliers warm with the sun. There is a tiny park with an overlook here. Jaw dropping views. We're getting used to these, but each one still impresses. We sit on a bench and watch the boats go by. A leisurely day of small adventures.
In the evening we walked a short distance from the apartment to Kat 5 a splendid rooftop bar and restaurant. 5 floors up by vintage elevator then a spiral wooden staircase up to the roof. Somehow we got in without reservations. Scenic doesn't begin to describe the navy water of the Bosphorus, twilight sky, and the suspension bridge whose lights change colors every few minutes. "Look," we tell each other, "ASIA!"