posted by Charles H. Russo on Jul 31
Istanbul at sunset
I have a crystal-clear memory of my very first morning in Istanbul. It was 1996. I was on assignment for Lonely Planet and Fodor’s to update their respective guidebooks to Turkey. My flight arrived late, 10pm or something. I jumped into a taxi and headed straight to the small hotel I had booked in Istanbul’s Sultanahmet district. The last thing I remember before collapsing into bed is opening the window of my 4th-floor room. Ahhh, the fresh evening air of Istanbul. So refreshing.
My next memory? It’s a little hard to explain. Try this. Grab a bullhorn and turn the volume to ‘maximum’. Then ask a friend to place that bullhorn –>
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