Istanbul is a contradiction of a city. You can spend the afternoon chastised by the call to prayer, feeling naked without a headscarf in the market warrens around the Blue Mosque as you haggle over spices with ragged-eared cats around your ankles. Then you spend the evening in a glamorous roof-top bar, drinking extravagantly alongside short-skirted locals and overlooking the twinkle of the Mosque you visited earlier.
The water partition where Asia and Europe meet is just as contrary. The Bosphorous Strait is the omnipresent meeting of east and west that is visible in the very vessels found upon it. Beat-up trawlers splutter alongside smooth sailing super yachts as wealth and subsistence coincide through a wave. Sharing the aqua highway…
