Still lingering over Istanbul. Sitting tonight in my little cottage in LA thinking about another city and a ride along the Bosphorus with my sister. Here, this is my favorite video of the trip.
…the Bosphorus, glimmering like a mysterious sea, changed color with the sunrise. On misty spring evenings, when not a leaf in the city is rustling, on windless, noiseless summer nights, when a man walking alone after midnight along the Bosphorus shore can hear only the sound of his own footsteps, a moment will arrive… when he hears the happy roar of the current and notices with apprehension the gleaming white foam that seems to have come from nowhere, and he cannot help but wonder whether the Bosphorus has a soul.
from Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul: Memories and The City