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As we cross the Galata Bridge, we feel like entering in a tale – the static fisherman posing like statues along the bridge, the colours from the Bosphorus reflected in the mosques façades, the istanbulese imbued in their routine leaving an inaudible murmur at its passage, the fishing boats dancing in the waves – the majestic old city of Sultanahmet opened in front of our eyes…

As we get to the other side, we are presented to one of the many “anonymous” mosques – comparing to the famous “blue mosque” that every tourist recognises – in Istanbul: the graceful Yeni Camii [turkish lesson nr.03: “Yeni Camii” = new mosque].

Shyly, we get closer to the door, watching the hundreds of pigeons flying all over it, climbing, step by step, its main stairway… the courtyard is inviting us to enter – although we feel like invading it – discretely, we stay, observing the surroundings, the minarets and its impressive cascade of domes, while men carry out the procedure of washing – the wudu according to the Islam – before entering for prayer; we took off our shoes and entered the mosque: as our barefoot touched the carpet, a sense of calm takes hold of us and, silently, we enjoy this feeling, watching every detail.

In the street again, we are swept away by the constant crowd entering in the Egyptian Bazaar a ‘delight’ for our senses:  the colourful stalls of spices perfuming the gallery, the jewelleries captivating our attention with shimmering lights, the mouth-watering groceries presenting all of its Turkish delights, the salesman deducing our nationality to establish conversation… new flavours, new scents…

Behind the Spice Bazaar, strolling through the winding streets, we find an open-air continuance of the bazaar, with a labyrinth of stores selling unbelievable paraphernalia of things.

…in case you were wondering: yes, we got lost!…

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À medida que atravessamos a Ponte Gálata, sentimo-nos como se estivéssemos a entrar num conto de fadas – os pescadores posando estáticos como se fossem estátuas ao longo da ponte, as cores do Bósforo reflectidas nas fachadas das mesquitas, os istanbuleses imbuídos na sua rotina habitual deixando um murmúrio quase inaudível à sua passagem, os barcos de pesca dançando ao sabor das ondas – a majestosa cidade velha abrindo-se em frente aos nossos olhos…

Ao chegarmos ao outro lado, somos apresentados a uma das muitas “anónimas” mesquitas – em comparação com a famosa “mesquita azul” que todos o turista reconhece – em Istambul: a graciosa Yeni Camii [lição de turco n.º 03: “yeni camii” = nova mesquita].

Timidamente, aproximamo-nos da porta, observando as centenas de pombos sobrevoando e subindo, passo a passo, a sua escada principal… o pátio está convidando-nos para entrar – embora não consigamos evitar o sentimento de estarmos a invadi-lo – discretamente, observamos o ambiente, os minaretes e a sua impressionante cascata cúpulas, enquanto os homens procedem à limpeza – o wudu de acordo com o Islão – antes entrar para a oração; nós tiramos os sapatos e, já descalços, entramos na mesquita, sentindo uma sensação de calma assim que tocamos o suave tapete que cobre toda a sua área; silenciosamente, desfrutamos deste sentimento, observando cada detalhe.

De novo na rua, somos levados pela constante multidão a entrar no Bazar Egípcio, uma verdadeira “delícia” para os nossos sentidos: as pequenas lojas de especiarias colorindo e perfumando a galeria, as joalharias cativando a nossa atenção com luzes cintilantes, as mercearias apresentando todas as suas ‘delícias turcas’, os vendedores tentando adivinhar a nossa nacionalidade para estabelecerem conversa… novos sabores, novos aromas…

Atrás do Bazar das Especiarias, passeando pelas ruas sinuosas, encontramos uma continuação do bazar ao ar livre, com um labirinto de lojas que vendem uma parafernália de coisas inacreditáveis​​.

… no caso de estarem a perguntar-se: sim, perdemo-nos

(travel diary) DAY 2: Sultanahmet, the old city of Istanbul

Tagged: , , , , , , , , , on February 6, 2012 by "Our traveling without moving!..."

16 Comments

16 Responses to “(travel diary) DAY 2: Sultanahmet, the old city of Istanbul”

  1. Your stories always captivate me (so does your photos!!)…. gorgeous!!!🙂 **

  2. I love it there! We should get coffee one day🙂

  3. Ciao, Nice pics, you lucky things , happy travels! ciao Lynne

  4. Thank you girls for your nice words! Francesca, let’s take that coffee🙂

  5. Beautiful pictures… Looking forward to reading / seeing more!

  6. What lovely photos and story. Thank you so much for sharing such interesting items.

  7. I am a local, but every time I go in there, I get lost ((: Nice pictures…

  8. …in that case, I feel a lot better with our orientation skills! :))

  9. Very Nice and attractive post

  10. I have enjoyed reading your blog! I love your thoughts through words and images about Istanbul. I loved my experience there this past summer. I also want to let you know that I am awarding you with the Liebster Blog Award! Congratulations!

  11. Thanks, Aaron! So good that you enjoyed our blog and thanks for the award! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

  12. Our travels are so parallel! I’m enjoying your posts very much.

  13. That’s so true, Melinda! Thanks for visiting us!

  14. Wow – great pics all over here. I’m following!

  15. Thanks!

  16. Well written!

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