Bosphorus
Spent all day on a big, packed passenger ferry to and from the Black Sea, 19 miles away, on the Bosphorus, one of the world’s busiest waterways. Europe on one side, Asia on the other, and two big bridges between. It’s far more developed than we remembered, almost a continuous city now, crowding around historic palaces and fortresses. But at times also hilly, green, and lovely with lilac-colored Judas trees in bloom. Lunch was in a bustling fishing village at the far end. On the return, the sun was so hot I had to wear Elsa’s scarf! But the best part was with our favorite local beverages, fresh-squeezed orange juice and beer, at a late-afternoon restaurant under the Galata bridge. Low sun over the minarets, dozens of ferries chugging past, unseen fishermen above pulling up 5-6 tiny fish at a time in front of us, and so many simultaneous calls to prayer it sounded like a choir. Unforgettable.
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