Back in Turkey, retracing familiar steps, sitting in cafes new and old. The Euro is on the signs at an eye-popping 6:1 to the Lira at the ripoff exchanges.
I feel like I have lost touch with what is happening here, but of course, I never was in touch in the first place. Still the Turks are friendly. Still, new businesses and cafes are opening. Still ferries are running perpetually, finished infrastructure works are unveiled, new construction projects have begun.
The Greek breakfast place, opened in Galata earlier this year, hasn’t closed shop yet. Nor has the Lebanese kitchen with its terrible service and wonderful Friday night music.
The çay is as good as ever.
There is so much writing to do and I keep missing deadlines. I don’t have much to say.