There is an old mosque on the corner wıth a Muezzin who seems quite a songful chap. Not a shouter at all. Sometimes I don't even hear him in the morning and wonder if he has slept through his alarm.
At the bottom of the street is a park which goes right to the edge of the water. If you look straight ahead you can see Asia and if you look to the right you can see the silhouette of Sultanahmet. I try very hard to appreciate these thıngs for no matter how İ feel about being here there is still something romantic about The Bosphorus I think..