Standing in the centre of Taxim square, central Istanbul, listening to the call to prayer (azan) from at least 3 nearby mosques, hearing the chatter of Arabic, smelling the smoke from the roast chestnut sellers stand and hearing the unfamiliar tones of a saz (Turkish guitar) being played somewhere in the distance, I was reminded of my arrival in Istanbul, and that I was very far from the order of Kensington or the level pavements of Knightsbridge. Kansas has well and truly gone bye bye.
One year later, I could not think of being anywhere else. Let me tell you what has won my heart in Istanbul.
Read more about my first year in Istanbul…in a website coming soon