Category Archives: Turkey

Turkish Breakfast: Van Kahvaltı Evi

A beautiful Turkish breakfast at Van Kahvalti Evi followed by fresh pomegranate juice in Cihangir. I’m still ever so in love with Istanbul.

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photos by De Quelle Planète Es-Tu?

The last of Istanbul

The last photos of my latest stay in my magical Istanbul

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I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed

At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman’s feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep,
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It’s a rose I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
A bird flutters round your skirt;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart’s throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

–Orhan Veli

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“I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.”
— Isobel Thrilling, Lover

Holy Istanbul! Your name is the most enchanting one of all names which enchants me

Istanbul, a universal beauty where poet and archeologist, diplomat and merchant, princess and sailor, northerner and westerner screams with same admiration. The whole world thinks that this city is the most beautiful place on earth.
- Edmondo De Amicis

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Either I conquer Istanbul or Istanbul conquers me

My daily morning routine in Yeniköy: coffee, writing, sunshine.

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The House Hotel in Istanbul

Dinner last night at The House Hotel in Istanbul.

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Breakfast on the Bosphorus

My lunch yesterday
Mon déjeuner du midi hier

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Fresh dates
des dates fraiches

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This morning at 8 I woke up and went to the Bosphorus with my good friend Emrah
Ce matin je me suis reveillée à 8h pour aller petit-déjeuner avec mon cher ami Emrah

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Istanbul days 1 & 2

I have no words for the beauty of this city.

Je n’ai pas de mots pour expliquer la beauté de cette ville

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My magical Istanbul

Despite being in Istanbul for the huge riots this weekend, I had a wonderful time. I was staying with my friend Emily who made me a welcome frozen cheesecake to welcome me. The weekend was filled with Turkish coffee, baklava, dürüm, sun and good company.

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Home made Turkish breakfast

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White blackberries (didn’t even know that it existed!)

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Pomegranate juice stands- nothing better.

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Just pure deliciousness.

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Sparkling Istanbul.

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The spice market.

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Best view I’ve come across yet.

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Turkish coffee.

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Dinner date with Emily.

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Dips and fish.

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View from our favourite rooftop bar.

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Turkish cheese, melon and white wine.

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Playing in the rain.

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Iced coffee in the sun.

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Friends.

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The Turkish love their cats. This cat is always at this café- I see him every time I go there.

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Beautiful cherries.

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Turkish breakfast at Mavra Galata.

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Afghani silk decorations.

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My dear friend and jeweller showed me this family photo of his. I love everything about it.

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What I brought back with me on the plane (and am munching on now as I write this)

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Will be back in Istanbul in 12 weeks and already cannot wait. I feel at home in Istanbul. What about Istanbul attracts you the most?

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I love you still, Istanbul

It’s been three months since my love for Istanbul flourished and it’s safe to say that it hasn’t faded. We came for a two-night weekend getaway and it did so much good to get away from Paris for a few days.

Home-made olives and Turkish cheese.

Our wonderful friend.

Two of the lovliest people in Istanbul. They have such warm hearts.

Emrah is quite the chef. He made these incredible potato balls with lots of herbs and dill.

A new friend. In a cat hat.

After a bit too much wine!

Polaroids and Turkish tea.

At one of the best cafés in Istanbul: mavra galata.

Istanbul I’ll be back soon, I promise.

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