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Istanbul in November

Istanbul with its first rain, wet and glistening.  The cooler weather has driven most tourists away and with them, the hustlers too.  Walking up the tramtrack in Sultanahmet, I came upon an old friend (owner of a restaurant).  He was the first person to greet me when I arrived for the first time in 2004.  He didn’t call out to me in Chinese, like he did to all Asian tourists, but gave me a big warm smile.  In the past seven years he had been to jail, built four restaurants, a bed and breakfast inn, and now, his ‘final’ project is to own a three-star hotel. 

‘After this I will retire.’

An unlikely story.  People here work.  That’s what they do. 

I ate at his new restaurant.  He had to go to see his father in the hospital.  His nephew took over the administration.  He is training him to be his successor.

A glass of Turkish tea.  Two cubes of sugar stirred to dissolve with a silver spoon.

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