Updated: Oct 5, 2022
I can hear the hustle and bustle of downtown Istanbul outside my window. Horns honking, tourists laughing in cafes, store owners inviting everyone to come have a look. The Blue Mosque just around the corner, Ayasofya across the way. Corn on the cob for sale every 100 feet. Stray dogs and cats. High pressure carpet salesman disquised as friendly locals. The Grand Bazaar with nearly 2,200 shops selling primarily junk and fake goods yet is some how a marvel to witness. I walked the streets, up and down the the main roads, the back alleys, into shops and cafes. I perused the tourist traps and took photos of iconic places. To put it simply, I fully immersed myself into the role of a proper foreign tourist.