walking far from home

On our last night in Istanbul, I went out by myself and walked around our part of the city.  Late into the evening, people were still gathering together to eat, share stories over drinks, and walk down the promenade. I may have been alone, but it felt like I was a part of something that night.  The city felt alive and really historic at the same time.  The city was young – with all these people living in the moment and having adventures – but you also knew that you were walking down roads and sidewalks where people had been having those experience for hundreds of years.


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