The plan was to walk up to the Galata Tower with our friends, stop for a snack at one of the little cafes in this newly gentrified neighbourhood and then take a cab across town to the uber cool Ulus29 for dinner.
When we spotted a stage being readied for a concert right beside the tower we girls, gushed, “How romantic!”. The men didn’t quite get the romance but agreed to stay on rather reluctantly.
Thankfully, our simple seafood dinner at a tiny restaurant across the street, Furreya, turned out to be one of the best meals of that trip. And the concert? Magical and well worth the wait.
On our way back we stopped to listen to street performers on Istiklal street. They were surprisingly good and we appreciated the fact that they insisted we accept their CD in exchange for the tip.
OUR boys were kind of mollified when I suggested we stop at 360 – a bar/club – on the way back, for cocktails and more music. The cocktails were OK, the music great and the views didn’t disappoint.
They took no chances the next evening, however. They opted to linger over coffee and people watch (People? I later overheard “gorgeous girl in a green dress.”) while we explored the lanes off Istiklal, shopped, and got our fortunes read from coffee dregs.
They missed out…I think.