Snow Days Istanbul
Snow days never lose their luster. The great thing about snow days in Istanbul is that there doesn't even have to be much snow for a snow day to be called. When it snows, the city's hills make it difficult for school buses to get around, and so even the meekest of snow falls gives teachers the opportunity to turn off the alarm for a few more hours and get back to bed.
|There is even a barber in the station, a detail that I love; you wouldn't want to start on your travels looking less than your best!|
|Like most places in the city, the gar had a few cats who seemed to regard the place as their own. One came to us, stepping on our sketchbooks until we gave him his due attention.|
|Start of a sketch... too cold to finish!|
We sketched until the cold crept to our bones and our feet felt like blocks of ice (hardcore, I know...), and then decided it was time for a break. We walked around the outside to the gar's meyhane for something warm to drink, and bumped into two friends, the only other customers, looking for the same fix. After a round of Turkish coffee and catching up, our friend suggested we go get Uzbek manti at a place she knew of in Kadikoy. We layered up once again and waddled towards the Kadikoy Iskele, wincing with each gust of wind. The place was called Mantik Manti and we ordered a mixed plate of their plump dumplings filled with spinach, chickpeas, walnuts, and meat, which we washed down with a cup of cay.
After lunch, we hopped back on the ferry to Karakoy, headed to yoga, and then out to dinner, where we sat at a communal table and met a great bunch of people. The day continued to roll on as we met with other friends later on. It felt like we were on vacation in our own city. That same night, we got news that the next day would be a snow day as well and we made plans to go sketching again. Here's hoping for three in a row!
|Sketching on a snowy day|
|Snowy street in Karakoy|
|Mural in Karakoy|