I have been on a sort of scavenger hunt the past few days. My purpose was to make images of the food I eat or admire when I am out and about. With the holiday, food is even more spectacular, everyone is offering their finest and most lavish to fete the occasion. Even Burger King offers an iftar menu.
Perhaps it is other people's hunger reflected in my eyes that everything looks so remarkable. And people are hungry. Drivers are more erratic and insane. Take a Turkish mans food and smoke away and he will surely plow you down as you cross the street, he will yell at you while he does it too. I forgot sometimes that it is rude to eat on the street during Ramadan but I think I look enough like a tourist to get away with it.
Banana Ice cream
Pomegranates for sale at the fruit market.
I don't recall having been in Istanbul during chestnut season. Every few meters I am tempted with fresh roasted chestnuts. As a child, in the winter after a bath my mother would brush my hair by the fireplace while my father roasted chestnuts in the fireplace. I'm serious. It sounds like a Norman Rockwell painting. A contemporary take on American family life. I am getting sentimental because I am leaving today. Back to the food.
This picture is quite bad but to give you an idea of how the chestnuts are served...
Chestnuts are my new best friend
Honey soaked sweets
Maybe I'll go an eat some Weiner Schnitzel now or something. More from Wien later.
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