If I could be transported back in time, perhaps it would be the first time I had breakfast in Istanbul, on the rooftop of the Askin Hotel, just two blocks from the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque, our bird's eye view.
Each morning, a short Turkish lady who spoke no English, sliced just-baked French bread, home-made butter, and with big smiles, served us a dark, mystery marmelade, goat cheese, tomato, boiled egg, and cups and cups of steaming hot tea.
I remember the sun shining, and there, to the north, we could see Haga Sophia and the spires of Topkapi Palace.
Entering the Courtyard of the Blue Mosque, Istanbul, Turkey (Camp 2004) |
Just now I'm learning how to use Amazon's cloud and transferring photos from CDs to "the cloud" -- including this PowerPoint slide show, highlights of our visit to Turkey.
Meanwhile, here in Spokane and far from Istanbul, I haunt the farmer's market in search of goat cheese and fresh artisan bread.