Istanbul

We had a week in the city of many names. A place forever changing yet timeless in its rhythm of life. There was only the echo of ricochet from recent violence; tourist areas seemed quieter and anxiety had cast it’s shadow over happy souls. But the local neighbourhoods still hummed with humans and it seemed impossible to stay still, to resist the movement around us and so we wandered and fuelled ourselves with sticky sweetness. There were things we had to do, to replace and buy, but lassitude seized us and they slipped – unnecessary after all. Words went unwritten, but images speak.

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