Aya Sofya museum: An extraordinary building on the inside that deserves to be observed from all its many corners. To be honest, this picture doesn’t quite capture the grandeur of the imposing structures that one would feel when standing here and looking up and around – Sultanahmet area
The rug industry is huge in Turkey, and the more established factories go to great lengths to sell their products, complete with full demonstrations in their showrooms and complimentary apple teas. This man stuck to the old fashioned methods of striking up a conversation with a potential customer. He was good.. and almost got me to purchase a carpet – Eminonu area
I ran into this old man when walking along Istiklal Avenue in Istanbul’s Taksim neighbourhood. He kept peering up at the balcony of an abandoned old building, almost Shakespearean in stance, very oblivious to those around him, and my camera. A nearby food stall vendor told me that his love of old had lived here a long time ago.. Whether that story was true or not, he made for an interesting portrait.
Kids ride the tram car on Istiklal Avenue. Istiklal, and the Taksim area as a whole, is the heart of contemporary and cosmopolitan Istanbul. It is definitely worth it to take a day and evening to walk this avenue and its side streets, soaking in the sights and sounds of local life along the way.
On the steps of an old mosque by the Bosphorus strait, a little girl throws herself fearlessly into a pigeon storm. Just minutes before, I had taken a shot of a blind man near the bottom of these marble steps selling plates of seeds, presumably to earn a few liras from anyone who might be interested in attracting these birds. As I stood here observing, I noticed he would at times throw some of his precious wares into the air. And each time she would run without hesitation. Shouting, laughing at the gathering birds, bringing a wide smile to his otherwise solemn face. It wasn’t too clear to me if they knew each other.. perhaps they were father and daughter, perhaps strangers.. but what was abundantly clear, in absence of sight, he was using his ears to silently relish this scene in his own way. A tiny slice of life in the city by the Bosphorus, a slice I’m glad I lingered around enough to see
On the waterfront, looking across the Bosphorus to the Asian side of Istanbul. Many come down here to fish, and this man expertly kept swinging his line from around and behind me into the water, not complaining about my proximity nor the clicking of the shutter – Eminonu area