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Three Perfect Days: Istanbul

The fabled capital of the Byzantine and Ottoman empires is a glittering, glorious muddle of influences and impulses

Author Jacqueline Detwiler Photography Jan McGready

A view from the open-air club Sortie

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DAY TWO Each of Istanbul’s conquerors attempted to make his mark on the city, often right on top of the previous guy’s attempt, resulting in a sort of archaeological parfait. As you stroll through the Sultanahmet district, for example, ancient Byzantium is several meters beneath your feet, right under Roman Constantinople, which is under the Ottoman Empire. Today you’ll be descending into the 6th century, to the Basilica Cistern, a vast, column-ribbed subterranean chamber that provided water to the city during the reign of Emperor Justinian I.

It would be hard to miss another ruler’s mark, not far from the cistern: the impressive 17th-century mosque of Sultan Ahmed I, all tessellated domes and airy arches. It’s often called the Blue Mosque because of the intricate tiling adorning the interior, but it’s most famous for its six towering stone minarets, which—as one story has it—the sultan had originally envisioned in far-too-expensive solid gold. The royal architect offered these as a substitute (thereby retaining his head).

Feeling virtuous from your historical sightseeing, you decide it’s time to sample a few of the Turks’ pet vices. But first, lunch. You take a cab to the trendy, kitschy restaurant Dai Pera for plump shrimp fried in clouds of kadayif (pastry threads) and a perfectly cooked steak. You follow that with a puff on the narghile at Çorlulu Ali Pașa Medresesi, a tea garden filled with plush carpets, wiry cats and ash motes. Though your water pipe holds strawberry-flavored tobacco rather than the opium and crushed pearls of old, the multiple cups of Turkish tea and coffee you consume (they keep bringing it, and it would be rude to refuse) are consciousness-altering in their own right, and you enter the nearby Grand Bazaar in a haze.

Given your giddy state, you suspect that these convoluted passageways peopled with honey-tongued hawkers could be a dangerous place for your wallet. You are correct. Within an hour, you have amassed a hoard of carved backgammon sets, silver tea services, silk scarves and sundry glittery things to rival the treasury you saw earlier. Oops.

Fearful that you might start buying bits of the market itself, you make a retreat to the Çiragan Palace Kempinski, where you’ll be staying tonight. This sprawling complex—part of which was once an actual palace—contains an original marble hammam (Turkish bath), boasts an award-winning terrace restaurant and has hosted the weddings of Saudi royalty. You make your way to the infinity pool by the Bosporus and sink into a deep snooze.

The sunset call to prayer and a warm gust of wind from the Sea of Marmara, to the south, startle you from your slumber and remind you to get ready for dinner. You’re meeting a friend at a traditional Turkish tavern, called a meyhane, in the Kumkapi district: a fairy light–festooned jumble of balconies and sidewalk eateries where locals go to socialize and sip the potent anise spirit known as raki.

You choose Kumkapi Evren for dinner and select from a tray some charred and vinegary octopus, chopped purslane in tart yogurt, salted eggplant purée and petite shrimp in olive oil. The waiter then pours the first of many glasses of raki from the bottle on your table and adds water and ice. Drinking this and nibbling the mezes, your companion explains, will continue until you decide you’ve had enough booze. Then, he says, you will order a fish.

You nod but aren’t really paying attention, because a cadre of Gypsies has just set up a band in front of your table and is playing Turkish pop on a nasal-sounding horn. Over the next several hours, you sway in time to the music, sipping raki and waxing poetic about how much you just love the people of Istanbul until, finally, your increasingly impatient companion asks, red-faced, “Can I order you a fish?”



3 Responses to “Three Perfect Days: Istanbul”

  1. Sue Willingham Says:
    October 2nd, 2012 at 7:24 pm

    I enjoyed your 3 days in Istanbul as that (and Turkey) are my favorite places on earth. BUT — many of United’s customers are budget travelers and these three days probably cost as much as a month traveling in Turkey. I spent an average of $50/day staying in nice enough pensions and eating delicious food and taking buses in 2008 and only a bit more than that in spring 2012. It would be good to offer a more affordable view of these wonderful places. Istanbul is a gem, and can be very affordable.

  2. Norma Kalife de Drexel Says:
    March 23rd, 2013 at 1:06 pm

    as I was flying last October to Istanbul I found the Hemisphere Magazine with this article we followed each step and we enjoyed lots more of the city with this guide, thank you and keep writing this great travel tips and ideas, I will love to go back to Istanbul one of the best cities in the worild!!!

    The only thing that we didn´t love so much was the last restaurant recommended for the the last night it was empty and no bellly dancers as the article said but then again my husband and I had a romantic, cold, and lonely nice dinner!!!
    thanks!!!!

  3. berat user Says:
    May 20th, 2013 at 10:37 am

    “Lokanta Maya” in karakoy district is one of the best restaurants in the city now. If you are staying in Kempinski i would recommend maya for the dinner.

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