Reblogged from Sunshine and Siestas:
The muezzin's soft wails over a crackling loudspeaker broke our girlish chatter.
As he strained to reach the top notes, calling to pray at the edge of daylight, we were ducking the seagulls that took flight in front of the New Mosque, Eminönu Yenicam. Crossing the Galata bridge towards our hostel in Taskim, I turned and watch the golden-topped towers glint in the fleeting sunlight, reflecting on the Bosphorous below.















































































































































































































































































