Entries from Istanbul, Turkey

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The Magical Mystical Tour

    I don’t know much of anything about Islam. I lay bare my ignorance here. I know far more about ancient Greek and Roman gods and goddesses. They make sense to me in that all of our humanity

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Istanbul–Dubai–India

I’m not done with you yet, Istanbul.   We had one more day after the nonsense I wrote this morning—the nonsense about already having left the city, about the fatigue with the pollution and th

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End of Turkey

Here are some final images from our days in Turkey.

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Goodbye Istanbul

I leave a place before I leave a place.   Or sometimes, the place pushes you away when it’s time to leave.   This is what’s happening to me on my last day in Istanbul. On this chilly Wed

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More Istanbul

Images from Independence Day, from our apartment, from the city at night and the city out a bus window.

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A shot

I played basketball yesterday. I also thought a loud bang was a gunshot near my head. We all thought that—Liam, a Swede in a wheelchair, Dolora. I also helped a different man in a wheelchair back in

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2 new movies from an old place

So far we’ve been keeping up with the blogs and photo galleries–but not with the movies. Well, here are a couple quick movies from way back when in Italy:        

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Out the window in Istanbul

And now for something different…   I am sitting in a window seat in our apartment in the Cihangar District of Istanbul. It is 5:15pm. With the change of time a few nights ago dusk comes early

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All Greek Part 4: The Islands

(Note from Jim: I’ve filed this entry from Dolora under Istanbul because it would be lost and unread if filed now in its rightful place, the Greek islands.)   I don’t know how many inhabited

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Among the believers

Our first full day in Istanbul was a Sunday, always a good day to observe a city on its day of leisure. We stepped out the door with a vague sense of direction toward the old part of town across the b

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Istanbul

How did this happen: Istanbul, a Sunday morning in October, the three of us in a beautiful apartment in an old neighborhood called Cihangir. Last night we flew at sunset from Bodrum in the south, a on