One of my coworkers recently finished reading Orhan Pamunk's Museum of Innocence and read that the museum based on the book had recently opened in Istanbul. We decided to see if we could find it. We wandered through a LOT of area, got lost multiple times, but ultimately got to the museum.
I haven't read the book, so I was more interested in the photo ops along the way. Sometimes I think a city that is still new to you can be just like a museum, with something fascinating around every corner.
Like all big cities, Istanbul has a lot of graffiti - which surprised me for some reason when I first arrived. I guess I associate it with gangs and I tend to think more about the US when I think graffiti.
The museum was in a old house - so it was very much in a residential area. I managed to get a few faces of people watching the visitors to the museum.
I was also totally charmed by the little remnants of every day life we saw along the block: a kitchen window, with dishes drying in the drainer.
A forgotten shopping bag.
Yogurt containers used as flower pots.
A single forgotten shoe.
A flea market on the street.
I'm convinced the best way to experience a city is to get lost. You never know what you are going to find.
I'm loving the new Avett Brothers album, including the closing track: Life.