A hedonistic intermezzo at the Istanbul airport. We spent our few hours of transfer time in a state of higgledy-piggledy exuberance, tasting lokum and browsing pashmina scarves. After the Bengali upside-down world, Istanbul’s airport felt like paradise – so much so that we lost track of time and we had to sprint to the gate at the last minute, leaving the scarves behind. I was left with only the scarf Sirajul had chosen for me. Can you imagine that? Tortured Gemini…My frustration was so strong that it lasted two years – until 2017, when I finally took my shopping revenge during my next trip to Asia and bought four scarves in Bangkok. AAAhhh…
My Love, I forgot the 4th day! The Turkish delight…
