White tables where white gas had blown just days before.
I wanted to stay but I was weary ( after being locked out of my house since 6:45 am - a story for another time) so I went down to my home and promised myself that another night I would come up and enjoy Iftar under the stars.
I did bring some Ramazan Pide home though to eat with kaymak (clotted cream) and honey.
The first Iftar was actually yesterday and apparently there was an amazing scene up on Istiklal Street. Friends and strangers had built long picnic lines all the way down the street and were sharing food together. A student told me about it today and she said she got goosebumps just imagining the scene. I did as well.
I hope another night I will see it for myself.
They even ate amongst the water cannons...or Toma's as they are known.