After leaving the cafe we walked down through a cemetery built on the hill. It was lush and peaceful - and peace is sometimes hard to find in a city as big and busy as Istanbul.
Some of the plots and monuments were incredibly old. We learned that during a certain period, the design at the top of the monument indicated the career or background of the person who was buried.
I was touched by the site of this man carrying water up to water the plants on the plot he was maintaining. I couldn't help but think of the love it takes to keep the plant life on the plots thriving in the hot Istanbul summers.
We eventually made our way to the base of the hill where the mosque was located.