Our last day of vacation. Baby faced Josh had to shave before he went back to work. We rode in a funicular (2 metro-type cars that run on a cable/pulley in opposite directions) to the top Istiklal Street and Taksim square.
A stop for Starbucks — she was whining for a lollipop and I said, “No,” but the guy motioned her over a minute later and gave her one. She is constantly spoiled in this country.
A major shopping street, but much of the American branded stores were closed. Maybe taking a New Year’s Day holiday? We weren’t there to shop anyway, just to people watch.
Next a stop for authentic Turkish coffee from a tiny shop located up an alley. We went there two years ago and surprisingly found it again.
Why, yes! I would love some special orange tea that you brought just for me because I’m so cute.
In front of the Galata tower
Yes, I was on this vacation too.
This enormous Turkish lamp was almost as tall as I was.
Should have brought the Ergo.
We walked down the hill and back to the edge of the Golden Horn where we looked for a place to eat fish sandwiches for lunch. It’s a thing there.
Naturally, with hundreds of people fishing
This very nice fisherman let Camille “pet” the fish
Grilled fish fillets on fresh bread with tomato and lettuce. 6 sandwiches plus water was under $20.
It started getting chilly and misty
across the bridge back to our side of the Golden Horn
Metro back to our hotel
Of course it’s never too cold for candy. The different colors are different flavors (I was skeptical, but you really can taste the difference between red/cherry and yellow/banana) and he wraps the soft candy strings around a stick.
Then we headed to the airport and traveled home. Another fabulous vacation behind us.
Was he happy to see us?