Istanbul is one of the most magical cities I have ever been to. It is really absolutely unique in so many ways, and its geographical position on two continents is really reflected in its culture and lifestyle. It’s not like Paris, Rome or Madrid, it is really shifted away from the European style as we know it; but it’s not like Cairo or Tehran; Istanbul is a mix of the best of everything.
It’s not a city for those who look for fancy walks in high heels or champagne on the pier, not at all. It will be noisy, people will constantly come up to you trying to sell something, you’ll step in a puddle while turning around to see what they wanted; you’ll smell rotten fish, you’ll walk through little alleyways and stones will be hanging off old houses, so close to falling. You’ll get lost in translation, you’ll get lost in the echo of each call to prayer, you’ll get in your thoughts trying to imagine what the old grand city of Constantinople looked like, and that will be the most beautiful type of confusion and wonder. You will love every noise you hear on the streets because each sound will start making sense to you like a separate instrument in a magnificent orchestra.
Today I am only sharing a photo diary of my trip to Istanbul, just so that you can experience that magic with me, but I’m working hard on a guide of the most interesting things to do there, which will be coming to the blog soon.
Happy [imaginary] travelling! (P.S. I am on my way to Bali now, so make sure to follow my Instagram and Snapchat: doina.ciobanu, for daily updates)