istanbul (not Constantinople)

i'd give my indigo converse shoes to go back to you and have your fresh sour yoghurt with someone at hand to sprinkle powdered sugar with every bite i take while i lean over the sticky ramp of the ferry that is crossing the blue bosphorus, exotic Asia on one side, rich Europe on the other. and with every passing mosque at your shores i think it is either the Sultanamet or the Sulaymaniyyeh for the domes are all about polished fairy-tale Gaussian geometry and the minarets shoot up menacingly into your sky all in the same mysterious fashion lending a thousand and one flavour to a city of a thousand and one nights and i tried very hard to avoid cliches at this point but i found that i cannot come up with a better description myself so i'll leave wiser older probably more original souls describe this fascinating simple exotic crass sexy narrowminded delicious floating divided almost forgotten city in the belly-button of the orient
more to come once life settles down a little