The presentation, the piece of Turkish delight and a quite perfect shot of medium sweet coffee. In fact, I needed two.
And I feel like we have landed, the call to prayer ringing out across the Sultanahmet Square, the late afternoon light on the Aya Sofya, carpet sales hustlers, street food vendors with corn on the cob, roasted chestnuts, and of course the ring-shaped Turkish bagels called simits, which are on the menu for tomorrow.
