A combined post given that I didn’t take very many pictures on either day; on Friday (Day Seven) we once again ventured down to Ku?adas?, and Saturday (Day Eight) was our trip back to Istanbul.
from my journal:
We’re on a bus. On a ferry. It’s strange to look out the window of a vehicle and see waves.
I debate whether or not I should run up to the deck and do my best to capture the flight of the gulls. The wind is cold and wet, hence my hesitation. I also doubt that it would be possible to truly capture the beauty of these soaring birds. The arch of their wings, their streamlined bodies, perfectly adapted to riding the air. They are fantastic. And they seem to enjoy the breeze far more than I would.
Wow, I remember those scarves with the trinkets and the evil eye charms in those Istanbul markets.
Wow, and water everywhere.
Lovely photos.