Between the Blue Mosque and the Sea of Marmara is a hill. On the hill is a patchwork of alleyways. I arrived in Sultanahmet at 4:38 p.m. Five minutes after climbing to my rooftop flat I heard the muezzin's call to prayer. When it ended, I opened a window to the sound of bleating goats and the smell of cooking fires. This is gonna be good.
After 23 hours on planes and in airports, my ankles look like Oprah's. You'll pardon me if I put my feet up for a bit.
Some bad news: Blogger, which hosts this blog, has been blocked in Turkey. I am able to post for the time being but can't see my work or any comments you may leave. Freedom of communication is a fragile concept here. As I write this, 60 Turkish journalists are cooling their heels in prison for doing their jobs. WordPress and YouTube were also blocked by Turkish courts, but those decisions were eventually lifted. Will advise and migrate if necessary.
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