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Missing Museo Mercado
Breakfast will include a walk to a taco cart for some street meat, but not the one on the corner at the end of our street. We continue walking until I find a cart with eggs and all his tacos … Continue reading
Halfway to Cockfosters
There are welcome signs everywhere, but the most inviting one is the square-chested man standing next to his wide-hipped woman – the loo, at 7am. Are we part of the EU – not that we’re European, but the American flag is … Continue reading
Pink Drinks in Turkey
I’m up before 7:30am, as is the sun that’s on the other side of buildings and trees, and not to be seen till I go upstairs to the breakfast rooftop patio. I take in the skyscrapers on the horizon, the … Continue reading
My First Night in Istanbul
… and then I’m introduced to Mr. Çetinkaya, the partner of Topkapi Carpet by Koyuncu, and a man that I feel comfortable with – to drink tea, to have lunch, and to buy his carpets if I had the money. I can tell … Continue reading
On the Winged Stallion to the Land of The Turks
I had a dual birthday party to attend – drink homemade wine, pose for flower-framed photos, write a message in their memory book, hold the baby, post a picture to Instagram, and eat two plates of food in prep for … Continue reading
