Sunset, taken from Kadaköy facing the European side.
I rode a city bus for 45 minutes in Friday afternoon traffic for baklava today. The city's finest mind you -- you won't find me sweating on a fetid, loaded bus for just any baklava. There's a bakery across the street from Superdorm after all. This baklava was special though. Aside from the sheer variety of baklava-esque desserts available, this bakery also sells various toppings, just in case there aren't enough calories on your plate already. I have never seen cream quite like this: solid, white globs the size of golf balls. Despite my naïveté in this area of dairy products I had a pretty good idea what the cream would do to my stomach and was therefore unwilling to do more than admire it.
Desert was followed by another ferry ride to the Asian side of the city. I really love the ferry -- I consider it more as a cruise across the Bosporus than a necessary evil of travel (such as the bus).
Man selling kitchen knives on the ferry... "you can buy two packs of cigarettes of 10 knives and a knife bloc". He sold all of his sets before we landed.
Kadaköy train station, taken from the ferry.
Ilyana, Kari and me returning from our Asian adventure.
The ferry landed in Kadaköy, another one of Istanbul's many "villages". Kadaköy is known for it's Tuesday/Friday market and is generally considered a hip place to wander around. It also has a great restaurant district -- tonight's traditional Anatolian fare was the Turkish equivalent of comfort food. It's typical for restaurants to welcome new customers with free food. Tonight that translated into a place of "meat stewed with oats" (think chicken and dumplings only more oatmealy), desert (sweetened bulgar wheat and a firm cinnamon-vanilla custard) and tea. The wait staff was in such a state of disbelief that we spoke Turkish that all of the restaurant waiters stopped by, just to see the foreign, Turkish-speaking women for themselves.
Dinner and a show.
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