Jelly made from red and yellow roses, dried apricots and figs, a brazier of hot coals brought to your table. the fairy chimneys, people living in caves, the confluence of the Bosphorus, the Golden Horn, and the Sea of Marmara, reading Melville on Istanbul, halava, men sipping … [Read more...]
Sailing through Byzantium…
That is no country for old man, Yeats says at the beginning of his famous poem whose title I have modified for my purposes. In case you are wondering where the Cohen brothers found the title to their very dark film. Or I might add this is also not a country for old women. Not … [Read more...]
Insomnia in Istanbul
I cannot sleep. I am not sure if it is jet lag or am I just feeling alive again. Not that I was not alive, but the juices are flowing. We walk all day through spice markets. across bridges, down endless winding streets, or along the Sea of Marmara, and no matter how long we are … [Read more...]
Today lunch in Europe…
Dinner in Asia. And tomorrow lunch on the Black Sea! … [Read more...]
A Turkish Tale
The other evening my husband, Larry, and I were wandering around the Kumkapi district of Istanbul. It is a lively neighborhood of fish restaurants, fasil traditional musicians, and social clubs. We stopped in a pub for a beer and, as usual, I was the only woman. In Goreme in … [Read more...]
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