Wandering North

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Chicken from the Sky

Good morning, all.
It it 8am on Thursday morning and i am at the hotel, using their computer while they set up another delicious breakfast. I really am very happy with this place. It is delightful and everyone here is so nice.

Ok, so when i last wrote i was heading off in search of food and nargile. I found both. I had dinner by myself but then moved to a different place (one i had been to before or my favorite little street) for smoking. I immediately sat with a group of 3 South Africans (living in London); a woman, her husband and his brother, all about my age. We had a grand time and spent about 4 hours there just hanging out. We then went to a rooftop patio on top of a hostel. It had the most delightful breeze (probably a good view as well, but it was dark). It was terrific. We then went for a bit of a walk before i returned home at 1am.

The next morning i went to Topkapi Palace, which is a palace, but definitely a Turkish one; not at all like the European ones, except that it was lavish. The best part of the Harem, which was decadently decorated. The only downside was that it was a bit crowded with annoying tour groups, although there were far less that at Versailles.

I then enjoyed a coffee in an attempt to wake up, but it didn’t work, so i went “home” for a nap instead. In the afternoon i walked across the Galata Bridge to the North shore of Istanbul which is quite hilly. I went up the Galate Tower, a medieval structure which afforded excellent views of the city, but wasn’t really worth the 10 Lira charge. I meandered my way over to the Istanbul Modern Art Museum (hey, the acronym for that is “imam”. Weird.). I really enjoyed the museum. It is a new institution and is indeed quite modern. I must admit, however that the installation piece by European artists were on the whole better than the paintings by Turkish artists, but even those had their merits. There was this amazing installation called “False Ceiling” which was all done with books, which i loved.

I made the long walk bank to Sultanahmet (the area where i am staying), stopping for baklava on the way). I had dinner and smoked the nargile for about 4 hours, by myself this time.

Today i plan to take a cruise on the ferry up the Bosphorous.

Oh, yesterday when i was sitting outside enjoying my coffee something fell from the sky and nearly hit me. What was it? A chicken’s head! I gasped in horror. The waiter removed it for me, chuckling at my disgust. I assume it was either a cat or a bird that dropped it and that it was not some sort of weather phenomenon, but it was disturbing nevertheless.

One more thing, if you plan on coming to Istanbul and you smoke cigars, bring them with you. I ran out and i can’t find so much as a cigarillo here.

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Pigeons to Peacocks

Hello agaın. I have survıved another day. As promısed, yesterday ı dıd vısıt the Basıcıllıa Cıstern, whıch ıs thıs underground resevoır from the 6th century whıch stıll collect water from roman aqueducts. The water ıs fılled wıth creepy lookıng fısh and ınsıde also are two huge carved Medusa heads.

I then made my way to the Grand Bazaar, whıch ıs practıcally a cıty to ıtself, wıh over 4000 shops ın a labryrınth also contaınıng cafes and tıny mosques. The selectıon of goods sold there ı ımpressıve, as are the relentless sellıng technıques of the merchants. I love to haggle, but ı have only so much that ı can buy, so mostly ı just looked. İ dıd walk away wıth a scarf, skırt, and necklace. I now offıcıally look lıke a gypsy or a hıppy. I have shed all remnants of my lawyer costume. The bazaar ıs overwhelmıng and ıntoxıcatıng. I wıll have to return at some poınt to make sure there ıs nothıng else ı need (want).

In the evenıng, after a short nap ı had a delıcıous dınner on a rooftop where ı met and ultımately dıned wıth a pleasant retıred couple from New Zealand who have been backpackıng around Turkey and Egypt for 6 weeks. They were full of good advıce and wıth them ı shared a glass of rakı, the anıse flavored drınk popular ın Turkey. I have to say that for a Mulsım country, there ıs an awful lot of drınkıng that happens here. I guess Allah turns a blınd eye where tourısm ıs concerned.
Thıs mornıng ı vısıted the breathtakıng Hagıa Sofya. It was buılt ın the 6th century as a church and sınce became a museum/mosque. It ıs truly magnıfıcent.

I then led myself on a walkıng tour up to the shore and to the Spıce Bazaar whıch sells, well, mostly spıces, but also sweets, an ınconceıvable array of turkısh delıght and delıcıous baklavas.

I also stumbled upon a weırd anımal market where every type of bırd was for sale (from pıgeons to peacocks), all flappıng frantıcally ın tıny cages. There were also cages of rabbıts, dogs and cats. The dogs and cats made me very sad and ı wanted to take them all home. There were also large jars of leeches, whıch were surprısıngly actıve. I dıd not want to take them home. I wanted to scowl at them and then run away.

I vısıted many mosques today, ıncludıng (but not lımıted to) Nurusmaniye Camii, Beyazıt Camii, Süleymaniye Camii and Yenı Camıı (ın case you haven’t fıgures ıt out yet, ‘Camii’ means mosque.)

Now, dınner and a bıt of hookah smokıng ı thınk.
My observatıons for today (Betty Lou was usually ın charge of the observatıons, so ı am tryıng to keep her happy): There are no maıl boxes ın Istanbul. If you want to maıl somethıng you must go to the post offıce and hand ıt to a postal worker. The reson for thıs? Bombs. For thıs same reason, there are very few garbage cans, although the cıty ıs not terrıbly dırty. Also, their streets really aren’t marked, whıch makes followıng maps very ınterestıng. Occasıonally there wıll be a card-sızed sıgn on a buıldıng ındıcatıng the street name, but usually these are absent or covered by plumbıng, plants, or other sıgns. Surprısıngly though, ı am fındıng my way around wıth ease. Usıng a mıx of ınstınct and land marks on the horızon ı have always found my way easıly (more so than ın Moscow).
That ıs all. I am famıshed.
Untıll tomorrow….

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The Blue Mosque, Tom Jones, & The Kaiser

tünaydın. (Good afternoon)

My Turkısh ıs progressing slowly, largely because everyone speaks English here and they are all lookıng to practice ıt. Apparently Blonde western women beıng the tutors of choice. Ha. But ı don,t have tıme for tutorıng, because today ı am exploring.

I slept very well and had breakfast ın the garden at my hotel. Theır breakfast spread has omıtted nothing – there ıs bread and cheese, an endless array of fresh fruit, musli, yogurt, loaves, tomatos, cucumber, feta cheese, olives…I ate well.

At breakfast ı met a nıce gırl from Levenworth, WA who ıs studyıng at Harvard. She was readıng Ayn Rand, so ıt was an easy conversation starter. Today her boyfriend ıs arrıvıng and he ıs a law student at Harvard goıng ınto hıs third year. I look forward to hearıng about hıs experiences at school. (ı know, ı am on vacation, but I am stıll a law student.)

After breakfast I vısıted the grand Blue Mosque, which ıs amazing. It ıs stunning and serene. Its mınarets are so hıgh that you can see them from everywhere (as my hotel ıs rıght by ıt, ıt makes ıt very easy to fınd my way home).

As ın every cıty, there ıs no shortage of stupıd tourısts. Those women who do not have theır arms, head and legs covered must do so before they enter, whıch seems to be a source of great ırrıtatıon to the teenage gırls who thought ıt was a good ıdea to wander though Istanbul ın a demın mını skırt, tank top and wedge heels. The mosque guards made some of the men cover up too, but ı thınk that was just because they dıdn,t want to see large German men ın tıny shorts.

I walked to the küçük ayasofya camii, a much smaller and older mosque where chıldren were studyıng the Koran. It was also very beautıful. —You know, ı really should stop sayıng that the mosques are ‘beautıful’, as they are all goıng to be beautıful, so from now on, ıf ı say that ı went to a mosque, unless ı say otherwıse, you can assume that ıt ıs a beautıful, ımpressıve structure. Ok? I must say though that the carpets ın the mosques are very ımpressıve. They are so soft (one must enter barefoot) and so clean. How they can keep them so clean wıth thousands of sweaty-footed vıtıors trompıng through ı do not know.

I walked by a sıgn today whıch ıdıcated the temperature – ıt read 47 degrees. That was only because ıt was dırectly ın the sun ı suppose, but ıt ıs hot. I am lovıng ıt though. Yesterday ı sat on the grass ın the share outsıde the Blue Mosque and just rested, enjoyıng the breeze.

I walked through the hıppodrome thıs mornıng and then enjoyed a muddy cup of sweet Turkısh coffee and a smoke across from Kaıser Wılhem’s fountain. I know, i too was surprısed to encounter a reference to the Kaıser, but he has a fountain.

I am now off to the Basıllıca Cıstern and then ı shall brave the Grand Bazaar, where ı plan to buy something to wear. I brought only one paır of jeans and 2 shırts, so a skırt mıght be a good ıdea.

I apologıze for any typos but the keyboards here are all topsy turvy and besıdes, ı don’t have Betty Lou to proofread for me as ı type, Speakıng of BL, here ıs one more thınk to make you jealous – the musıc. At nıght there are musıcıans playıng Turkısh musıc at most of the bars and restaurants and out on the street. It ıs glorıous.

I shall leave you wıth thıs one strange anecdote – yesterday a man approached me on the street, gave me a rose made from a paper napkın and sang me Tom Jones’ Delılah. Weırd.

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Istanbul

I have arrived in Istanbul!
It was a 20 hour journey, but an uneventful one.

I was picked up at the airport and taken to my hotel: the Bonjour Guesthouse, a cozy little place with a wonderful garden, onto which my room looks out. I am very happy here.

I was (and am) completely exhausted, but i spent the afternoon wandering around the city in an attempt to get my bearings. The hotel is right in the middle of everything.

So far, i LOVE it here. Is exactly what i had pictured: a skyline jagged with minarets, winding streets filled with erratic drivers, people selling bread, produce and nuts from wooden carts, carpet shops and hustlers at ever corner trying to lure you in to see their wares. On the side walks sit men playing backgammon and drinking mint tea. Cats scurry about, gathering scraps of food and sleeping on piles of Turkish carpets.

It is true that i do get hassled at every step. Every want to talk and ask me where i am from. Everyone is very nice, but many are trying to sell you their goods or their time.

I did not go into any mosques today, but i walked around them and heard the call to prayer. The buildings are truly magnificent from the outside – Tomorrow i shall explore their interiors.

I hate to say it, but Betty Lou, you would be in heaven here. It feels terribly exotic, but it is very tourist friendly and i have already seen about a hundred things that you would want to buy.
Oh, it is very hot here, but slightly less humid than Miami at this time of year.Forgive me for this being a bit rushed, but i am borrowing someone’s computer and i don’t want to be rude.

| will write more tomorrow when i find an internet cafe and have adventures to report.
I am deliriously happy and tired and so i shall retire to bed.
d

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Home from Paris

A few more pictures from Paris…

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Versailles

Yesterday was the trip to Versailles. We took the train out of Paris and arrived at the palace. We joined the enormous queue to enter the building. It was not very well organized; thousands of people shuffling through one small door, single file. We waited in the cold wind for our turn, sure that the wait would be worthwhile. It wasn’t.

The palace is lovely – it is a palace after all, and perhaps if I had never seen such grandeur before I would have been awe stricken, but having been to palaces in Vienna and Russia, this really wasn’t anything new. Additionally, it was SO crowded. Rooms packed with tour groups wearing audio guide headsets and video taping every gilded nook and cranny…it was not the most pleasant environment for viewing. There was, however, a lovely display of portraits by a single artist (the name escapes me) that we enjoyed viewing. Also the hall of mirrors really was beautiful.
We had planned to stroll about the gardens and fountains at a leisurely pace, but there were two problems: the fountains were not turned on and the wind was blowing cold rain at an angle that made umbrellas inoperable.

Agreeing that we had seen elaborate palace grounds and fountains before, at Peterhof, we decided to bid Versailles Adieu and returned to Paris.

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Death and Chocolate

Monday was magnificent. We walked from our hotel to the Hotel des Invalides, an impressive military hospital and museum surrounded by a waterless moat and rows of cannons. Inside the complex was the Dome Church which contains the tomb of Napoleon. It was an imposing sight, as he was buried in six coffins, each inside the next, so that the final one is enormous.

From there we walked towards the Eiffel Tower, which became more beautiful with each step. It was magnificent; so towering and impressive in its construction. I found it breathtaking. I did make the climb to the top, pausing on the first tier to mail some post cards (yes, there is a post office up there). The view was incredible which made the climb all the more satisfying.

We celebrated this victory by dining in Montmartre at a charming restaurant founded in 1793.
Today we began the day with breakfast on the Rue Mouffetard – one of the oldest in the city. We enjoyed our coffee while watching the vendors set up shop, laying out tables of fruit and vegetables, bottles of wine, freshly butchered meats and fragrant displays of bread and cheese.

We meandered through a light rain to the Mosque, a fabulous somewhat hidden gem on the left bank. The mosque was ornately tiled and surrounded two beautiful courtyards containing gardens of leafy palms and wisteria in full bloom. In the mosque is a cozy tea room, where we sipped tea while seated on ornate cushions, watching tiny birds flitting through the open doors. Betty Lou was delighted.

On the way to the metro, we strolled through the Jardins des Plantes and the zoo, where we saw wallabies.

The metro zipped us to the Catacombs, which I have wanted to see since highschool. We descended far beneath the street and the sewers to the labyrinth that was once a limestone quarry, but is now filled with the bones of millions of late 18th century corpses, arranged in decorative formation. The bones line the walls of the passages along with grim quotations about death. It was swell. (Dawn, you would have loved it.)

We followed our brush with death with a fantastic lunch at La Closerie des Lilas – the famous cafe where Hemmingway wrote “The Sun Also Rises”. We dined on white asparagus and mango risotto with prawns, red wine, espresso, and two classic French desserts: creme brulé and profitteroles (i had the latter). I ate what seemed like vats of the finest, darkest liquid chocolate imaginable. My head is still spinning.

Was that all? Not even close! We then went to the Museé D’Orsay for a tour of impressionist paintings in a magnificent setting.

We walked home along the banks of the Seine where we bought art from a painter.
I think we have seen enough for today and we must conserve our energies, as tomorrow we tackle Versailles.
d&b
Post Script: Betty Lou has noticed that of the dogs we have seen, a great number have been Jack Russel terriers. We have seen but one poodle.

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Art & Opera

Yesterday we hit (nearly) all of the main tourist sights.

We walked from our hotel to the Louvre – a beautiful walk. We stood in line for no more than ten minutes and were inside. The museum is, of course, overwhelming with all there is to see, so we picked a couple of areas of interest and saw the “essential” sights.

We saw the Mona Lisa. I have never been a big fan of the picture, but i thought that it may be one of those works of art that one must see in person to ‘get’ it. I still don’t. No wave of transformation swept over us. We both agreed that there were more impressive works to behold at the Louvre. Napoleon’s apartments were very impressive and the Dying Slave is a masterpiece of homoerotic expression in marble.

From the Louvre, we strolled through the Tuilleries Gardens, watched the little boats in the fountains and a painter capturing the scene.

We continued past the obelisk down the Champs Elysees where Betty Lou bought a bottle of perfume.

Finally we (triumphantly) reached the Arc du Triomphe. BL enjoyed the breeze at the bottom while i made the climb to the top to take in the view.

On our walk back to the hotel we stopped for a dinner of cheese fondue and red wine, in which Betty Lou partook.

In the evening we went to the stunning Paris Opera House (the old one) and watched a very unusual performance of an Italian opera called “The Prisoner”. I can’t say that I liked it, but I enjoyed it. Betty Lou did not and at one point leaned over and said to me “I am going to sleep now.” And she folded her arms across her chest and slept for the duration of the show.

It was a very full day.
Presently, it is Monday morning and we are off for breakfast and then on to the Eiffel Tower.
Au Revoir!
d&b

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Montmartre by Metro

Today we took the metro to Montmartre, and walked in the footsteps of the French bohemian elite. Betty Lou was delighted with the charming village atmosphere and oodles of artists displaying their wares. We wandered through the narrow passageways past the quaint and the touristy alike. In one of the churches we visited we walked in on a wedding! (I know, yesterday it was a funeral…tomorrow we are sure to stumble upon a baptism.)

We then visited the Sacré Coeur and took a stroll through the delightfully seedy Pigalle area, past the “Sexodrome” and other peepshow venues.

Another short Metro ride whisked us to the Père Lachaise cemetery. We meandered through the grounds in search of a few special graves: Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Chopin, and Proust. It was no easy feat, but we managed to locate them all. Jim Morrison’s grave was especially impressive, due to the throngs of pilgrims leaving flowers and pouring liquor on his grave.

After that we visited the bustling Marais district, and then walked to the Pompidou, where I went in to gaze upon the best of modern art, while Betty Lou opted to sit outside in the evening air and watch the street performers.

Walking back to our hotel, we had dinner at a delightful cous cous restaurant. Shortly it is off to bed for us weary but contented girls.
That is all for us, except for one important message: Happy Birthday, Dawn!
d&b

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April in Paris

Greeting from Paris!

We arrived at 3:30 (paris time) on Thursday after an uneventful flight. Our lodgings: L’Hotel des Grandes Ecoles is wonderful. It is three buildings surrounding a medieval courtyard and garden, which is filled with birdsong. We are one of the lucky few whose room opens directly onto the garden. Our room is small and charming and very girly. We are completely ensconced in pale blue toile; curtains, walls…the works (except for our bedspread while is a massive, white crocheted doily.

Last night we wandered around in the pouring rain (yes, rain – stop your snickering right now though, because today it is 23 degrees and sunny) and ate dinner at a Tibetan restaurant, which was delcious. We were too tired for much conversation, but fortunately there was a table of lively American Entymologists nearby who kept us amused with tales of searching for rare insects in Alabama.

Today we visited the Pantheon, which holds a crypt containing the remains of famous French persons, including Victor Hugo, Dumas, and the Curies. We then walked across the Pont Neuf to the Ile de la Cite where we went to the Notre Dame and other places of historical note.
When visiting the Church of Saint Germain, we stumbled upon a funeral. It was lovely, really, which live music and bouquets of flowers. We made a point of looking solemn when the pall-bearers passed us with the coffin.

We just finished having lunch at the Cafe Deux Magots, where we enjoyed an assortment of cheeses.

Now, we are wandering around, exploring side streets and having a grand time.
My French? It is ok. Despite feeling foolish, I can express myself in a pathetic, yet comprehensible way and can understand much of what is said to me.

That’s all from us for the moment. On to more exploring,
Dale & Betty-Lou