Monday, October 28, 2013
Istanbul, Day 2 continued
"Why don't you just affect the identity of a tourist since that's what you are," Husbandman said back to me.
To which I averred, "I am committed to this assignment and I intend to fulfill my obligations with diligence and care."
Husbandman didn't have much to say after that but later when we were in the amazing Chora museum with the 700 year old mosaics, I took this great shot and said to him, "Look how beautiful that section is, where the man is touching Jesus's robe."
Husbandman piped up, "I think that's his tailor. He's saying, 'Give me a minute Big J, I just have to hem up this bit that's dragging in back.'"
Husbandman's comments kept distracting me from taking up my professional photographer identity, but we had a fab day anyway. Chora Museum, a walk through the most amazing Fatih neighborhood, lunch at Pandelli in the spice bazaar, almost getting stampeded to death in the Grand Bazaar, crossing the Galata Bridge. Our moods got a little squished with the crazy slow as black strap molasses bus ride home, but we lived to tell the tale. Tomorrow is Turkey's Independence Day. It could get wild, my friends. There are 23 million people ready and waiting to celebrate freedom. I'm crossing my fingers for some fireworks over the Bosphorus.