The week we were there, the politicians canvased the town in a billion generally tacky flag banners and sent megaphone-armed vans around blasting patriotic (I suppose) tunes to drum up support for Sunday's election. The ruling party eeked out a victory, but it was seen as a blow because the numbers were so low.
Porter, playing Tippi Hendron games at the Süleymaniye Mosque.
Shell bouquets at the beautiful florist shop Ceremony in Bebek (a tiny, posh little area just up the coast from Ortaköy).
Local fare in the Beyoglu fish section.
Topkapı Palace Park: the reason there are babies in Istanbul. Couples sat on all of the hundreds of benches through the park, sucking face like mad. Even the girls in head scarves couldn't get enough of the boys at their side. It is quite a pretty place for kissing, an elegant Turkish version of lookout point, I suppose...
The Dervish backup band.
One of the 4,543 cappuccinos I downed at House Cafe.
Denizler Kitabevi - one of the best-looking antiques/oddities stores on Istiklal Caddesi.
The Camondo Stairs in Galata. The road leads to a thousand light shops...maybe a million.