The sound of pots

Last night I sat on the side of my street and watched a column of police march up to Taksim Square. My street goes all the way from The Bosphorus up to the square so by the time they passed me they were all looking a bit sweaty and puffed.  The street was fairly empty apart from Three-Paw ( who remained as enigmatic as ever), myself and the police but there were women hanging out of every second window, banging pots as the police marched by. It sounded like one enormous spoon banging on a tin of Seafood Platter. In an alternative world a thousand cats would have come running to this sound -  thinking it was dinner time.

In an alternative world that is.