Istanbul, the navel of the world
Sara Chip
Christians, Jews, Buddhists, agnostics. Knock, without fear, this is a place of peace. And 'what we read on the door of the small office for information on Islam in the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, one of the most impressive places of worship in the Muslim world. Hard not to be fascinated, to visit and how to open a magic chest and satiate his eyes slowly. The atmosphere instills respect, the booklets that explain who he was calmed Muhammad: You are welcome, just do not bother when the muezzin calls to prayer.
The Sultanahmet Camii sums up the spirit of the city. Capital of the Eastern Roman first, then the palace of the sultans, Istanbul is now more balanced on a thin wire that would drag it to Europe, not in a geographical sense. The light filtering through windows 260, reflects on more than 20,000 Iznik tiles and is interwoven with sinuous low chandeliers that seem to touch the floor. Must for every visitor, the Blue Mosque is the starting point to realize that the center of the history and culture in a city where even the dust smells of old and new together. The two eyes of a woman in a long, wide black çarşaf come together with a Japanese girl with a t-shirt color and the head uncovered: the first goes to pray in the women separate from men, the second wants a souvenir photo. Both are holding a plastic bag containing a pair of Converse. Outside, in the shadow of the six minarets that soar over thousand wonders of the city, a young veiled wife takes pictures of her husband by phone. A few hundred yards away, a vendor of a water pipe breaks Facebook chat to begin bargaining with tourists while on duty on the Asian side, an elderly person complains about the work of the Bosphorus railway tunnel that they will soon connect to the old town Üsküdar.
"Turkey is bordered by the countries and several roads from here to Iran, India and China." Youssef is a region on the border with Bulgaria and runs a clothes shop in Beyoğlu ethnic, trendy studded with bars, restaurants, chain stores and global shopping alternatives. Every so often goes to Goa or Nepal, and return with suitcases full of colorful pants, jackets, raw wool, which knows skirts of curry and incense. "My mother is a good example of what happens in the country: is a fervent Muslim, but tolerates alcohol - says while sipping a hot elma cay, apple tea - He does it for my father in the country where I grew up men drink a lot, but could not. " Yes, alcohol. In Taksim, on Saturday night, it flows freely. A big ask for pints of Efes, the local brew, are mostly very young, sitting at the tables that dot the ups and downs around Istiklal Caddesi, the main course. They are rich liberals and perhaps unconsciously, they have the iPhone and sheepskin boots Ugg Australia brand. They listen to Franz Ferdinand and attend the Peyote or Babylon, true temples of the underground music town. There are so many to want to look for place in their midst, but they become too small as a thermometer to want social whole country.
Viva, sensual, hot. Istanbul swallows who tramples on the streets and you find out right from the gut, with a landscape that is constantly changing, never tell. The bundle of colors is endless: you pick up the Blue Mosque and perhaps not the most returns.
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