This is a fine city.  Such a magical silhouette.

Friday lunchtime and the call to prayer sounds from the minarets

But there’s still business to be done, in children’s hats

Who knows what someone will want to buy?

There must be some football fans around here?

Such a city of merchants.  Watch or a lighter anyone?

So many small structures, this one a little burial ground

Lokum = Turkish Delight.   Yes please.  Of course.

Sailing away at 11pm, the party continues in small restaurants and cafes along the Bosphorus.

Every so often, a small ferry goes by with loud music playing and people dancing.  We sail under the bridges, Asia on the right, Europe on the left and follow an ancient course past the Dolmabahce Palace, where we’re told, there is a meeting of EU ministers this evening.  Perhaps the chandelier will be lit?

It’s getting chilly and it’s been a long day.  But fortified with a glass of Drambuie to warm the cockles, we stay out a little longer.

Finally, around midnight, we agree that it’s time to go to bed.

With the castle coming into view, it’s goodnight Istanbul.  Goodbye Turkey, for now.  See you in a few days.