My Istanbul

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How much do I love Istanbul? Let me count the ways. Or better yet, let me count the photos... cause there sure are a lot of them. This month, I got to visit one of my favorite cities on the planet for the fourth time and added to my ever expanding Turkish photo collection.

Instead of waxing nostalgic about the wonderful times I have had during these visits or struggling through a thesaurus finding synonyms for the words "lavish" and "exotic", I think I should just let the pictures speak for themselves.


The entrance to Dolmabahce Palace

One of the things I love so about the city is the ever present dichotomy between the ancient and the modern.




The Galata Bridge: fishing up top, dining down below.


Cruising along the Bosphorus





I ♥ you, bread lady!

Night time in Taksim Square.





The Blue Mosque

If this little Sultan does not look exactly thrilled, it is because the is soon headed to his circumcision. 







Watching the sunset over Hagia Sophia


The hippodrome






Subtlety in advertising


Hagia Sohia: Church turned Mosque turned Museum















Galata Tower


View from the top of Galata Tower








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  1. Laura's PixDecember 12, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    yes I have the same feeling ;) Istanbul Rocks no matter how many times you go

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