Turkish Coffee, Istanbul Modern, Istiklal

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The carpet salesman brought out coffee and glasses of water on a silver engraved tea tray before setting a cup and saucer before me, then his wife, then at the place he was sitting. Following his wife's lead, I brought the tiny mug up to my lips and sipped; strong, dark and elegant. I closed my eyes; I had been waiting for Turkish coffee my whole trip.

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