Istanbul
“There was beauty to behold in the world, that was all there was to it: the summer night was cooled by the north wind blowing off the Bosphorus, rustling the leaves of the plane trees in the courtyard of the Tesvikiye Mosque, and causing them to whisper in that lovely soft way I remembered from childhood…”
Museum of Innocence, Orkhan Pamuk
Cappadocia
“They had spent the whole winter in the cave, furnished it like a house, more pleasant than that of many a rich village Agha with its floor spread with pine-needles over which they laid hand-worked nomad rugs, their colours suggesting spring.” Memed, My Hawk; Yashar Kemal
