Last night when I posted a “Hey, suckers, this is at the end of my street” photo on Twitter,
Kat replied, ” I would never get anything done. I would just stare at the lovelies all day.” That is a problem. Istanbul is a gorgeous city full of spectacular views. I don’t even have the best. Not even close. But I can see a wedge of sea from the porch where I’m eating breakfast,
and it’s not conducive to wanting to go to work. I could be there
in five minutes with a book and a picnic lunch. (Okay, actually, to get there in five minutes I’d be lunchless and pantsless and out of breath, but you get the idea. ) Or call up some people and meet them down there. Maybe someone could bring a guitar. That would be nice. Or hell, it would be nice to sit on this porch all day, reading, or doing my Turkish homework or something.
I could look out the window at the sea whenever I wanted, or lean out to see what Blonde Dog and Black Dog are doing- what are they doing?
Oh. Harrassing some poor fluffy fop of a person’s dog. Figured they were up to no good. Seriously, I could watch them run up and down the street all day. Doesn’t that sound more fun than going to work? Do I have to go?
Okay, take one long last wistful look behind you- we’re walking away from the sea.
Oh jesus and the trees are in bloom too-
If the nostaljik tramvay is at the corner, we could take that. That’s always fun.
But it might be just heartbreaking when we get to the bottom of the hill and round the corner and see this
No. We’ll walk.
Here is the bus.
One last look at the Bosporus.
And we’ll go to work. Where this is the view from the window.