Awoke in darkness to the wail of the minaret, calling the faithful to their day. We walked last night but the interest in fair skinned women strolling and chatting in the evening was too great so we didn´t stay out long. The streets were dark with men selling designer fragrance and argyle sweaters spread out on blankets along the dusty sidewalks. Dinner was chicken at the hotel with strong vodka and even stronger, sour lemon. So we await the revelation of the Turks and the ancient Byzantium today.
I just can´t wait.