Where Was I?
Was I in İstanbul yesterday evening?
Sure, the streets I wandered were familiar, but still there was something strange about them:
Take Bebek for instance: I was standing in the middle of a side street to take photo of an elegant wooden house. Something I had tried so many times before, at different times of the day, but each time before I managed to put the house in the frame I heard a “dadaaaaat” – a car’s horn! But yesterday I managed to take photos-not a photo, but photos!
I assumed the traffic would be deadlocked and because the last thing I could stand was to stick in the middle of a traffic jam, I walked from Bebek to Ortaköy though I was so tired. My assumption was far from being groundless: it was Sunday, late afternoon; there was a nice autumn weather; one of the favorite course of Istanbulites is between Bebek and Ortaköy; the narrow Bebek street was blocked by ‘grand jeeps’ and so only one lane was left for flow of traffic, why wouldn’t some other dear jeep drivers park (please read as “block”) on the roads of neighborhoods?
So I walked…
cars were waiting
not in the middle of a traffic jam
just red lights to become green
and one green light round was enough all the cars to pass
for heaven’s sake it was Ortaköy (or was it?)
(isn’t that what you visualize when you think of Ortaköy?)
but not yesterday
Ortaköy-Beşiktaş road was clear also…
(This time I wasn’t surprised: since Ortaköy was not congested, why and how could that road?)
Beşiktaş – Üsküdar ferry waiting hall:
A few minutes to the departure of the ferry
A few people waiting
No one left the boarded ferry…
What was wrong with İstanbul yesterday evening?