If I’d thought the tourist-thronged streets of Istanbul’s Sultanahmet were crowded, I was in for a shock as I neared the ferry port beside the Galata bridge. The whole area was simply heaving with people and boats, announcements ringing out over the loudspeakers, vendors selling anything they could carry, and families rushing to and fro as they tried not to miss their ride. Gulls wheeled and screamed above, while humans wheeled and screamed below.
Fishermen dangled lines in the water, looking down on the mayhem with the detachment of those who see scenes like this every day.
Me, though? I just stood and watched, transfixed for a while.
Istanbul, in all its beautiful, chaotic wonderfulness, is now officially one of my favourite cities in the world. Moments like this are just one of the reasons why.