I mention the fish hooks because today I took a stroll across the Galata Bridge which is really made up of flying fish hooks and not much else. I was feeling exuberant and plucky because I had just had a very successful meeting with a man called Husseyin at the Istanbul Animal Export Office in Karakoy. Encounters like this, where tea is drunk and friendliness abounds, makes me love Turkey so much and I felt like for the first time since I arrived back under the cloud of Three Paw's illness that there was a little light on my face.
After, I strolled around The Bosphorus for a while and then sat at a cafe and waited to see if another of Putin's war ships would come cruising past.
I can't take credit for this photo. A colleague caught it the other night on his way home from work.