It only took a few hours for Istanbul to become my favorite city in the world. It’s massive, vibrant, crazy, old, beautiful, smelly, historic, dirty, confusing, mysterious, exotic, crowded, and fascinating.
I loved the architecture. I loved the food. I loved the people. I loved the chaos. I loved hearing the calls to prayer blaring from the loudspeakers of the city’s minarets. I loved the hills and views. I loved the mixture of European and Asian influences. I loved the juxtaposition of seeing women in high heels and halter tops next to women wearing black robes that covered everything but their eyes. I loved the colors. I loved how old everything was. I loved how unfamiliar and exciting the city felt.
Here are a bunch of photos from the few days I spent in Istanbul with my brother and brother-in-law. Hopefully they convey at least to a small degree how great this city is.