friday morning in ortaköy
on friday morning a friend took me to ortaköy. we walked along a long, wide road lined with trees - to a neighborhood which felt like a village: a nostalgic time capsule along the edge of the bosphorous.
there was:
an ornate mosque
a minimalist bridge
birds shimmering in sun
potatoes filled with things
the most delicious dessert i have ever tasted: cold baklava
we sat there, under the sun, and i dreamed that this would be a place i come back to. often.
