The Food. I didn’t expect to like, let alone love, the food in Turkey. I tend to love mediterranean cooking and though there’s no pasta or risotto, I couldn’t help see the similarities to Italian cuisine. The olive oil, the grilled veggies and the baklava found all over Istanbul held a striking resemblance to my family holiday dinners. It’s very difficult to have a bad meal in Istanbul. I was in heaven. Continue reading “Istanbul Top Ten”
What are you looking for,” asked the Turkish stranger on the street.
“We’re looking for the Church of Chora,” we replied.
“Let me show you our carpets,” he said.
“Why? Do you have a magic one to take us there?” Continue reading “Just Say No”