Abernathy wrote: ↑Fri Jul 10, 2020 9:37 pm
Quite right on the symbolism, K.
Thanks, Abers. I am always fearful of treading on the toes of subjects which I don't understand, namely religion.
That is not, in any way, to devalue the sheer beauty of the Agia Sophia. Calligraphy is my lasting fetish.
For a tenner, I can go into the Sophia, fill my tanks, and then walk via the Grand Bazaar down to the ferry terminal, collecting indigo-dyed, raw cotton scarves, calf leather gloves, and silk socks as I go.
I have reached the age and hair colour (none) to be greeted at "Abe", these days. It is respectful and a cultural reaction to assumed maturity and the seniority which comes with that, and it means that I can pay whatever I want. The trick is to sense that middle ground and to not take the piss. @The Red Arrow will understand what I am rambling on about.
(For the avoidance of holes in this story, the Kreuzette is banished to her own devices for such epic adventures. She hates shopping but is quite partial to baklava and crack-infused coffee.)
In another browser window, I am going going full-tilt at Skyscanner. Turkish Airlines? First weekend of October? 135€ return?
Who knows what the next few weeks will bring but I feel another visit to the Agia Sophia coming on. The place is usually crawling with teenaged cops, armed to the hilt, although I hope that I would be welcome.
I am sure I will be, especially in my silk socks. Then, I'll get hair cut and we'll eat fish.
Jack believed in the inherent goodness of humanity, and felt a deep social responsibility to protect that. Through us all, Jack marches on.