I spent some time out in Istanbul last week. My camera ran out of batteries on the second day. On the fourth, they found where I was sleeping and put me on a plane back to Athens.
People try to sell you Turkish delights on the streets of Istanbul. “Please! We have the best prices! The best in the city!” You can haggle them down if you like. I took two-hundred lira off a painting of a man bending down to inspect a hungry creep of tortoises with a ney in his hands.
In Istanbul, the Byzantine buildings have been renovated and the ancient marble columns have been reused. Skyscrapers line the Bosphorus.
My family is Armenian. I could see the blood between the cobblestones, but there was too much foot-traffic to get a good picture.
People live here.