Sultans Rule

Since leaving the Sultanhan and the Sultanhamet District on Friday we have missed the “friends” who took care of us. We miss the easy access to Old Town and it’s manageable, for Istanbul standards, streets, the colorful displays of textiles, glassware, fresh lokum (Turkish Delight)and enticing bakalava. We had learned our way around the tram, the coffee shops. I have developed a taste for the thick Turkish coffee in tiny cups, where a sediment of grounds is left at the end. . . Never take that last sip you think is in there! Here is our friend Mehmet outside of the baklava and lokum shop on Divanyolu Street. We sat on tiny stools at a table on the edge of the sidewalk while the tram flew by our side close enough to touch. Mehmet knew enough of about six languages to engage the attention of almost any passerby, trying to convince them to stop and enjoy the shop’s sweets. It was a magical evening.


About Stein Ink

Gertrude Stein's cousin. Writer, Reader, Knitter. STARR Restaurant Reporter and Virtual Travel Editor for the Tri-City Voice, serving communities East of the Bay (as in San Francisco Bay Area). Married with one wife, one small dog, and an irritable cat. Raised on the East Coast, where they have an "edge" not found out here in California. Two grown children: good men with families.
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