We were run off our feet, often sleeping on modes of transportation rather than in beds. We had a terrific time, saw so much and spent way too much time on buses. Istanbul is the size of .... of.... well, I can't think of a good adjective. It is huge. The traffic never stops.
|A tiny segment of Istanbul, across the Bospherous is more of the city. Gigantic.|
|The cupola over the door to our first mosque.|
I didn't attempt sewing at the camp. There was this squirrel. And there was this cat. The cat, Cleo Belle, is ours, the squirrel isn't.
Cleo Belle and squirrel did not like each other much and every time I thought things were calm, the squirrel would screech from a branch right outside the screen porch and the cat would go nuts. The squirrel would leave, laughing its tail off and the cat would spend ages looking for her nemesis. Cleo would finally relax and I would try to stitch again and back would come the squirrel. I lost so many needles and small bits down between the floor boards while all hell was breaking loose, that I decided to knit. Or read, or work in my sketch book. Anything that was easy to lift out of the way of a charging cat.
Next Monday. More of Turkey and other adventures.