Fatih section in Istanbul
I have seen:
Eyes peering out from black shawls and head scarves over long black dresses.
Scarves on ladies wearing blue jeans and high heels.
Scarves on elderly ladies with coats to the ankle.
Men in shops selling, begging you to come in and look
Men on sidewalks drinking tea out of little glasses
Young men carrying tea on a tray with a handle
Teenaged girls, some wearing scarves, laughing like teenagers do everywhere
Boys and men greeting with a kiss and walking arm and arm
Little kiosks selling kabob and freshly squeezed orange juice
Grocery stores selling everything but coffee filters
So many people on the sidewalks and so little room
Cars, on the streets, honking at anything that moves
Cars demanding pedestrians give them the right-of-way
Taxi’s, taxi’s and taxi’s
Noise, noise, noise
Then the prayers begin in the mosques; sounding like dueling voices in competition with one another.
Planes in the sky leaving the airport
Restaurants full of people with waiters dressed up
Men wearing the devout Jewish cap
Cats, cats and more cats
That’s just what I observed this afternoon on a busy Saturday. It’s an exciting city and you need a lot of patience and understanding.