Day 2
We had a
slow start (well, one of us anyway). I was up to hear the call to prayer. It occurred before
5AM. The first to start was the Blue Mosque & the haunting voice sang
out melodically. Then I heard another mosque kick in a bit further
away. Wonderful. And
then a really loud – and somewhat less melodic one – started in the
mosque a block in front of the Zoe. From our room – let alone from our
balcony – it was less than pleasant. Ah, the joys of travel to
exotic lands. We had breakfast in Zoe’s second level which houses
the breakfast room with doors to a largish outdoor courtyard. It is nicely treed
& is fronted by a 15th century crumbling bath which sits beside the
Zoe’s main building. Quite atmospheric actually. Breakfast was hard
boiled eggs, misc fruits, yogurt, tomatoes, bread/ toast, misc spreads
for same, olives & granola. Basic but typical of what we had for the
whole trip in all of the hotels.
We hit
the streets & walked up the hill (make special note of this ‘up’ trend
btw) to the Topkapi Palace for about 10AM. This hill road was one of
the many parking areas for tour buses & it was busy at this relatively
early hour (another trend to note). We entered the grounds & walked up
to the ticket kiosk. A 10 minute wait for tickets ensued. As the
person in front of me was finishing, a Turkish man jumped in & gave
the cashier
a credit card. I wanted to tell him off but with only 1 ½ words of
Turkish available in my vocabulary, it would have been difficult. She
handed it back distastefully with some remark about cash only & she
pointedly proceeded with me as he fumbled for cash. Line jumpers were
not an uncommon thing I am afraid to say & they weren’t obvious
tourists, so accept aggression in lineups. The Topkapi was 20TL per
person. Cash. Time for an update to the guide, Fodors.
Inside
the next gate we bee lined for the Harem lineup off to the left & bought
more tickets. Another 15TL per person. We viewed the great mosaics of
the Harem with minimal crowds, but of course, they were all waiting for us outside.
Tours & groups were everywhere in the large open area. Every bench. Every walkway. Every
photo opp. The kitchen area was closed for some reason & people were
even standing in front of the closed door. We lined up for 20 minutes
to see the jewelry & listened to a private guide try to fill the time
intelligently to the American couple he had snagged at the gate. His
‘facts’ were skimpy to say the least. I knew more than he did from my
Kinross Ottoman book. Inside the jewelry rooms, pandemonium ensued & the line
system broke down completely as people jumped ahead to see the good
stuff.
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Topkapi Palace
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Tulips in Topkapi |
Schoolkids |
Culture clash |
We had seen pretty well all the
palace had to offer after two hours & we went to get some food on the
street. And speaking of the street, the smell was wonderful. Frying
kebaps to the right of us, frying kebaps to the left . . . charred corn
on the cob, roasted walnuts . . . it sure beats the sewer smells of Rome
. . . or NYC . . .
We passed hoards of massed groups – school groups
& the usual tour group flag followers - making their way to the palace
as we left. Go early or go late would be my suggestion for this site.
You have been warned. Since it was a little cool (high 60s temps) we
opted for inside seating at the Fodor’s recommended Tarihi Selim Usta
Sultanahmet Koftecisi on Divan Yolu Cad (the tram street). Fast food quality but yummy &
cheap with fast service.
Next
stop: the Blue Mosque (Sultan Ahmed Cami). The area of the Hippodrome
was all under construction with orange plastic fencing & piles of paving
stones everywhere. This made the area between Ayasofya & the Blue
Mosque difficult to navigate but we eventually found our way to the
mosque entrance. Our route skipped the lovely courtyard but we saw that
on our return on the backside of the trip.
Now
folks, if you are only going to visit one mosque, this is the one to
see (Ayasofya excepted because it is a historical must). Entrance is free but as always you must observe the Muslim customs
- ladies need headscarves & shoulder covering & no shorts for anybody.
You must also remove your shoes but they have plastic bags available. A
stunning space. Light & airy & very peaceful with few tourists on this
Monday afternoon. By few tourists, I mean that you could actually move
around & enjoy it. Truly magnificent.
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The Blue Mosque (Sultan Ahmed Camii) |
Tulips in front of the Blue Mosque |
Interior of the Blue Mosque |
Interior of the Blue Mosque |
The sun was finally out as we
exited & I realized that I had forgotten my clip-on sunglasses which are
considered essential daywear since the world is awfully fuzzy without my
specs & I didn't want to have to squint for two weeks. And I was going to be piloting vehicles later in our trip so a
shopping necessity had reared its ugly head. But that could wait
until tomorrow, since we
were tired & had a dinner engagement to prepare for. Naptime,
anyone?
I had
asked a forum (non-travel) on-line acquaintance to dinner. My treat.
Of course, that is not what happened. Since he had guests in town – his
mother & some budget travelers from Michigan – he asked us to meet him
at the Four Seasons in Sultanament. I am sure glad that we brought some
‘going-out-on-the-town-clothes”. We had an exemplary meal of
Southeastern Turkish cuisine which the restaurant had as a special
menu. Many tasty mezes & a unique kebap in paper dish which were all
very, very yummy. And he wouldn’t let me pay. Next time it’s on me,
Evren & Ruki. A very good night to close a great day of touristing.
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Kebap in paper at The Four Seasons |
Dinner Companions |
Day 3
Our last
full day in Istanbul until the backside of our trip. I was up early
with the screaming call to prayer. I certainly mean no disrespect to
Muslims but louder is not better & the Mosque close to the Zoe was
getting on my nerves. We breakfasted & set out for new adventures. Our
first stop was the Ayasofya (Haghia Sophia) which had been closed on
Monday – the day before. Well, with an early morning lineup of hundreds
of people – no exaggeration here either - we decided that we would catch
it later before we went home. Honestly, if you know the area, the
lineup was as far back as the restaurants to the south. Speaking of
this area - which is called Ayasofya Meydani - there is a kiosk-style
bank of 4 different ATMs at the back (south end) of this square/parking
lot/street between Ayasofya & the parkette. As some ATMs will
inexplicably spit out your card & refuse use, having multiple options is
not a bad thing. A man near the restaurants there directed us to this
one. And guess what? He was a carpet salesman who actually talked us
into walking back with him to his shop as he bantered with us. We
didn’t buy but he gave it a good shot.
We
wandered across the street & very briefly lined up for the Basilica
Cistern. 10TL It was warming up slightly but we certainly didn’t need
the Cistern for heat relief. This space was interesting, if not scintillating.
About 20 minutes & we had walked the whole place & taken the requisite
pictures of the columns & the Medusa etc.
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In the cistern |
Reused Medusa column |
In the cistern |
We had asked at the hotel about sunglasses & they had given us
directions to the Hamidye Cad just off of Ankara Cad as the ‘glasses’
shopping area, so we headed down the tramway hill on Alemdar Cad – aiming
in that direction. Unbeknownst to us, this is also the easiest walking
part of the hill to Sultanamet from the Golden Horn side - as you will
find out later. As we discovered during our walking through the maze of
streets south of the Golden Horn, many goods are clustered in specific
areas. For optics (glasses, cameras & accessories) go to the
aforementioned Hamidiye Cad. For buttons, clothing rivets, presses etc
with some kitchenware in the upper reaches – Fuat Pasa Cad. Stationery,
invitations – the upper area of Ankara Cad. A myriad of baby &
children’s cloths, general textiles – Sabunco Hani Sokaġi & Fincancilar
Sokaġi – just up from the Spice Bazaar. Draperies – Atatürk Bulvari.
But I am getting ahead of myself once more.
Along
the way down the hill, we stumbled on the entrance to the Archeological Museum (that I
had been looking for anyway) & we headed up (the ups were starting to get
cruel) to see it. 10TL Just inside the lower gate, there was a man with
a rooster & two bunny rabbits who will tell your fortune. While we
didn’t indulge, we did give him a TL for a picture.
The
museum is spread over three buildings & it was very lightly touristed on
this Tuesday morning. Topkapi is closed Tuesday, so that must reduce the
tour groups as they head elsewhere - since they can’t blur the two
together in one morning. Some of the incredible Ishtar Gate tiles
from Babylon (Nebuchadnezzar II 575
BC), the astonishingly old Kadesh Treaty between (2 copies of the
world's 1st documented peace treaty - between Egypt & the Hittites 1269 BC
- the 3rd copy is on the great temple in Luxor) & the
vividly-carved so-called Alexander Sarcophagus (actually from Sidon -
late 4th C. BC) are
the highlights & if you are a fan of ancient history it was all good.
The Hellenistic statue of Alexander by Menas - mid-3rd C. BC - is one of the classic images of him.
Skip the upstairs unless you need more exercise, but I really doubt that
this is ever an issue in Istanbul. There is a further mishmash of
weathered marble stuff in a small parkette in the courtyard, which is a
very pleasant rest area. Cats were everywhere. One kind lady even
brought a bag of food to feed them. The last & probably the least
impressive building for
many here, is the Tile Pavilion -
Sultan Mehmet the Conqueror 1472 - which was nice but the exterior
trumped the displays inside.
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Fortune teller |
Tiles from Babylon's Ishtar Gate
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Alexander the Great 3rd C. BC
"Menas" |
The so-called Alexander Sarcophagus 4th
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The Treaty of Kadesh 1269
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The Tiled Pavilion |
She loves cats |
Cat feeding at the museum |
With hunger pangs knawing at us we headed over to Hamidiye Cad, where we had
immediate success with the clip-on sunglass quest. In one storefront, we
found five eyeglass shops that offered several options. Not particularly
cheap, but we bargained & struck a deal. Success. For lunch, we flopped
in the first café in the café zone between the Spice Bazaar (Misir
Ҫarşişi) & the Yeni Cami (closest to the Yeni). The food was OK but we
had a bit of a dispute about an ordered menu item that came in at higher
TL than expected due to a smudged menu price. Smudged on both menus btw,
but we paid the extra 8 TL asked & walked away. A few things to note
here. All restaurant waiters in Turkey appear to be men. We only saw
one exception during our whole trip. On menus, you will see our term
‘shish kebob’ separated as two distinct items. Şiş is like ours & kebap
is typically ground meat in various patty forms. One restaurant hawker
accosted us & asked: “Who do I look like?" "George Clooney”, he answered
himself. And he did somewhat. At least it was a unique come on.
We
wandered the mobbed Spice Bazaar & bought some premium saffron & some
trinkets. I had promised a full day of shopping on this trip & today
was not it, so I dragged my wife away for the trek up to the Süleymaniye
Mosque. Did I mention it was up? The streets were an absolute zoo of
people. Merchants, hawkers, tourists & customers with their whole
extended families clogged the Sabunco Hani Sokaġi. We finally escaped
down a side street & wound our way west & up (the ups were really getting
tough now) until we reached
the mosque, in exhaustion but with the sure knowledge that our hearts
were still good at blood pumping. Our legs however, were failing. The
mosque was closed for prayer so we had a coffee in the small shopping
area beside it to wait. It used to attract hashish smokers fwiw. The mosque was pretty incredible of course, but
undisputedly, Ahmed I did outshine him with the Blue Mosque - as was his
intention.
We
trudged up the long hill beside the university to the transit hub in
front of the Grand Bazaar on Veniçeriler Cad & tried to decipher the
tram ticket machines. A woman behind us insisted that it was an easy walk & we
would be foolish to buy tram tickets “for just one stop”. Despite our
screaming leg muscles we listened to her & walked back to our hotel.
She was wrong. The hotel stairs were starting to be really painful . .
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George Clooney lookalike restaurateur |
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The crush of people |
Corn snack |
The crush of people |
Women at the mosque |
Süleymaniye Mosque |
Süleymaniye Mosque interior |
Süleymaniye Mosque interior |
And now we were time pressured.
You see, I had previously communicated with Fodor’s very own
otherchelebi & invited him to dinner. He sent a cryptic email arranging
a ‘chance’ rendezvous aboard a commuter ferry, but when all was said &
done, he invited us to his place for dinner. We arranged for him to
pick us up at a corner of Taksim Square at 6PM. We left our hotel in
Sultanamet with a little over an hour to spare. The trams were packed
with commuters. And I mean packed as in pressed to the glass
packed. So we skipped that
option & walked to the Galata Bridge & across it with a bevy of
fisherman trying their luck as we hurried past.
With great intuition (or maybe just dumb luck), I easily found the Tünel, which saved our legs from at
least one hill. After a quick stop for a refreshing ice cream, we
briskly walked the very busy rush hour version of the pedestrian mall of Istiklal Cad, stopping to buy a gift for our host
& to flatten ourselves against the wall as demonstrators noisily marched
by – twice - with a squad of riot police in tow on their uphill march to
Taksim. We had no idea what inspired the demonstration but the presence
of the riot police was a little unnerving. As we finally arrived at the
square – late – a light spit of rain started from the darkened sky as we waited
at the wrong corner for otherchelebi. After several cell phone
communications, we finally got the right corner & we gratefully piled
into OC’s car.
The evening was a perfect joy as Ahmet & his wife Eser treated us to a
delightful home cooked meal & wonderful conversation. To say that their
view of the Bosporus is spectacular is a huge understatement. Their
youngest daughter breezed in for a quick hello as well. A great way to
cap the first leg of our stay in Istanbul! Thank you Ahmet & Eser!
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Fisherman on the Galata Bridge |
Demonstrators on Istikal Cad |
Bosporus from oc's flat |
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Eser, Ian (author) & Ahmet |
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