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characterize Istanbul cuisine, because told me to be careful in trams. If they just cannot get enough of Istanbul at
almost 95% of people living in Istanbul get too crowded, some of the men night. You can see street artists playing
were not born here, according to like to touch you and sometimes their instrument. You can get all kinds
sociologist Didem Danis. In every they can even harass you. Well, it has of local food such as fresh almonds,
part of Istanbul you can find a little happened to me. A guy who could fresh watermelon or my favorite fresh
piece of Turkey. If you try the same be my father was pushing himself so fish. If you get on İstaklal Street,
“Adana Kebab” (a spicy kebab) in hard on me that I even felt his genitals your head will be spinning because
several restaurants, it will always on my thighs. I was so discusled I of all kinds of clubs and bars around.
taste different. It depends on meat, immediately got out of the tram and Almost every building has several
spices, and the chef. Personallying since then, every time I take a tram, floors with different clubs inside. I
favorite food is “baklava”, lentils my heart beats really hard. On streets, personally love the rooftops of these
“corba” and local fish. Baklava is one they whistle at you like you are a dog. clubs. Imagine, you are dancing,
of the sweetest desserts you could If they drive a car, they honk on you sweating, and they just open the
probably ever try in your life, it is a like crazy. What is the deal? They all rooftop. Suddenly, you have fresh air
little square filled with nuts in a lot of have a wedding ring on their finger, in your hair, you can watch the stars,
honey – yum! Lentils soup is usually but they act like this. Is it because and you are still inside of a club. That
really creamy; it reminds me of my mostly Turkish women are covered, is magnificent.
grandmothers´ soup. And of course, and we make them feel they can
we live surrounded by sea; it would be touch us? Even when I visited a police I think, Istanbul is a great place for an
a shame not to eat fish. It is a ritual for station in Taksim, these police men extended weekend. It must be really
me. It starts with crossing the Galata were highly unprofessional. They nice to stay inside of a nice hotel with a
Bridge, watch local fisherman to do made me wait for a couple of hours, great view, visit all these monuments,
their job me then if you turn left at and instead of helping me, they were go on the Prince’s islands, drink some
the end of Galata Bridge, you will see asking me out for dinner or a beer. I Turkish cay. However, I admire all
the real paradise for all fish lovers. am sorry, but this would never happen people who have chosen to live here.
Local fisherman sell what they caught in Europe. Not all of Turkish men are For me, this city is too exhausting and
during the day, next to them there are like this, exceptions do exist. We can crowded. Any time of the day, every
restaurants where they will prepare all see them in schools or hospital. But bus, tram or metrobus is crowded. I
kinds of fish, according to your liking. unfortunately, most of them should mean, everything is always crowded.
I like this place, because I am really seriously read books about how to And if we think about the future,
annoyed by these self proclaimed treat women. it will get even worse because of
managers in front of restaurants all these refugees. But Istanbul will
pushing you so hard to go in. I would like to end my article about always have a special place in my
things I like about Istanbul. I like heart. I believe I will come back soon
Turkish men are different. I am really the fact that Istanbul never sleeps. for some delicious baklava.
not a big fan of generalizing, but I No matter what time you go out,
am afraid I have to do it in this case. Istanbul has always lights on. It is City of Contrasts
Turkish men stare. You may think truly magnificent to sit down at some
they are just looking but you are Galata Bridge restaurant and watch all Istanbul is a huge city, which has
wrong. One of my Turkish friends these bridges changing their colors. I everything to ofer. Hence there are