Istanbul, büyükşehir belediyesi.

On our last days in Istanbul we ambled arbitrarily.


We took the ferry across the Bosphorous and watched the black cranes congregate on the breakwater beyond the bobbing kadıköy balon.


One afternoon I stared into the bustling throttle of an underpass between the Eminonu esplanade and the Yeni Camii, waiting for the emergence of the only recognizable face. In time this became osmosis with the microcosm.


I became recognizable on the streets as "girl with toothpick",


sometimes incarnated as "dragon with toothpick."


I photographed the architecture of colliding eras.


We befriended cats and watched them conduct social etiquette far less amicable with each other than with us.


Andrew got a 1 up.


We ate perfectly collaborated meal combinations and had our last sliver of baklava eyed by a cat.


And then it was skipping stones at dawn, to München before the great hop of the Atlantic.