What Do Afghans Think?

April 17th, 2012

Hakim, Bay Murad and Assad Warming Up in the Desert. © Peer Nazar Turkman

Of course, I don’t know what all Afghans think, but I have been surprised by the political views of one Afghan friend, Peer Nazar Turkman.   Peer Nazar is a successful businessman who buys and sells beads, jewelry and other Afghan things both in Afghanistan and in Peshawar, Pakistan.

Afghan Businessman Peer Nazar Turkman. © Peer Nazar

I have dealt with him for a number of years via email and have found him frank and perceptive.

Peer Nazar took the pictures here in Balkh Province, Qultaq Village, of north-western Afghanistan.  Looking at the map of Afghanistan on the opening page of this email, see that this village is north of Mazar-e-Sharif, closer to the border with Uzbekistan.  It is south of the Amu Darya, the Oxus River of

Proud of the Products They Make. © Peer Nazar

antiquity.   Mazar-e-Sharif, the capital of Balkh Province, is the 4th largest city of Afghanistan, with a population of more than 300,00 (2006 estimate).   By its location, you can see that this village is far from the areas of strongest Taliban influence in the south.

Peer Nazar has described the lives of the people who work here to us.  These Afghans are all beadmakers, and they are all ethnic Turkmen.  They make small beads of lapis lazuli, turquoise and agate… in the sizes of .05mm,  2mm, 3mm, 4mm, tube cylinder beads and round facet-cut styles.

Beadmakers at Work. © Peer Nazar

Peer Nazar explained that during the Taliban occupation these people suffered under terrible living conditions, but that now 80 percent of them are doing well.  They are able to sell their products to people such as Peer Nazar,  who exports to shops, including Music for the Eyes in Washington State.

Peer Nazar says that the Afghans he knows–including all in this village–are supportive of the presence  of foreign troops in Afghanistan…”because now there are no killings, no thieves and no weapons….

Polishing the Beads with Donated Equipment. © Peer Nazar

and now everyone has a job.”

The men shown here in the top picture—Hakim, Bay Murad and Asad—are hard workers and earn from about $150 to $300 a month, which allows them a good life.    The three men support 16 people in total.

Panjagha, in another picture, is about 50 years old.   In addition to being the security guard, he makes small statues from lapis lazuli such as those shown in his photo.

The Youngest Helper. Peer Nazar

The young boy is Door Mamad.  He is the son of the bead-maker Hakim.  Door Mamad is 10 years old in Class 4 at school, and helps his father at work after school.

I learned also that Qultaq village benefits from help from a German foundation called GTZ, which provides emergency aid and sustainable development assistance to Afghanistan.  GTZ gave the Afghans their machines and tools, rent a house they use for their work and provided a tent they use for lunch and instruction.

Security Guard and Sculptor. © Peer Nazar

 

 

 

 

 

Even though I would not try to predict the future, I can conclude that in this one small part of Afghanistan, NATO troops have surely changed these lives for the better.  These people have hope and have learned how to support themselves.

Qultaq Village in Balkh Province.

Qultaq Village in Balkh Province. © Peer Nazar Turkmen

Nowruz Festival: Forbidden in the USSR

April 6th, 2012
Persian Wall Painting from Safavid Era

Ancient Persian Painting of Nowruz Celebration. © Reza Nazarbeyg

The ancient Zoroastrian spring equinox festival Nowruz  was once again celebrated in Seattle  this March 21st by both the local Iranian and Central Asian communities.

Seattle Nowruz Celebration © Bek Shamsiev

The Central Asian event, for which we loan textile decorations, was again hosted by the Seattle-Tashkent Sister City Association which celebrates its 40th anniversary next year.

 

Since the name of the festival–which means “new light” or “new day” in ancient Persian–can be transliterated into the latin alphabet in several ways, we choose to use “nowruz” . (A school kid was

Trying out hats! © Fred Lundahl

disqualified from the national spelling bee in 2006 for using  this (Random House) variant rather than  Webster’s “navruz” spelling.)

 

Nowruz has been celebrated for thousands of years as the beginning of the new year and the end of winter.   The 500 BC King’s Palace at Persepolis in Iran is constructed so that on the  day of the Spring Equinox, the rising sun’s rays flood through the doors of the throne room and illuminate the throne.

 

Festival Food. © Fred Lundahl

The festival brings communities together for feasts,  dancing and gift-giving.  There is even a Santa Claus–like  figure called Haji Firuz,  thought to represent the Sumerian god of sacrifice, who dies every autumn and is reborn at the spring equinox.  A number of festivities taking place involve fire and the other basic elements, a holdover from Zoroastrian days even in fundamentalist Islamic Iran.

 

The coming of various other religions such as Islam to the area of Persian influence from Turkey to China did nothing to diminish the popularity of the festival which heralds the coming of spring.

Only the Russian communists in their efforts to stamp out religion succeeded in banning the celebration in the Soviet Union for a time.   Finally, with the coming of “perestroika”, the Central Asians succeeded in being allowed to commence their Nowruz celebrations again in 1988.

Kids Playing at Nowruz. © Fred Lundahl

 

Nowruz is the most popular festival in Iran.  It is celebrated from Albania to Western China to Afghanistan to India and is equally popular among all Turkic speaking peoples.  In 2009 Navruz  even became an officially recognized holiday in Canada.  Can the US be far behind?

 

This is a You Tube performance of “Happy Nowruz” of the Silk Road Dance Company, which will perform at Seattle’s Asian Art Museum on May 5th as part of the “Colors of the Oasis” ikat silk exhibition… for whose education room we have donated some ikat textiles.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9qQ3pZGzRM

Nowruz in Uzbekistan. © dalbera_flickr

 

 

MUST SEE…”Colors of the Oasis”

March 20th, 2012

Uzbek in Ikat Robe in 1911. © Prokudin-Gorski

Those of you who have visited our shop on Whidbey Island are often amazed and enchanted by the 19th century Central Asian silk robes and textiles we collected in Uzbekistan.  For the next three months there is an outstanding collection of antique ikat robes and textiles, “Colors of the Oasis” on exhibit at the Seattle Asian Arts Museum (SAM) in Seattle.

Antique Uzbek Ikats at SAM

Sharon and Fred at SAM. © Nanci Froemming

This wonderful collection on loan from Washington DC’s Textile Museum was donated by American businessman Murad Megalli, who was collecting textiles in Central Asia at the same time we were … though on a quite different budget than we two penurious diplomats.

“Ikat” is actually a Malay word describing the tie-dye technique of making shapes and designs in fabric.  Many folks are familiar with the ikat, mostly cotton, fabrics of Southeast Asia.  The Uzbeks actually call their silk tie-dyed fabrics “adras” or “atlas” which they translate into English as “national cloth”.  Still, the textile world has chosen to call the complex and colorful Uzbek silk tie-dyed fabrics by the Malay word–ikat–so we do too.

Antique Uzbek Chaupan

Uzbek Ikat Chaupan from the Lundahl Collection. © Sharon Lundahl

The Uzbeks have been making these silk fabrics they turn into clothes, both robes and trousers for men and women since they stole the art of making silk from the secretive Chinese many centuries ago.  At about the same time, they apparently stole the technique of tie or “resist-dying”, as it is more formally known, from Asia as well.

The process of making ikat is incredibly

Antique Ikat. © Sharon Lundahl

complex, and too lengthy for us to describe here.  To find a good description, go to the SAM exhibition.

Sericulture (silk making) continues to be practiced in present-day Uzbekistan.   The Bolshevik  revolution forced all peoples of the Soviet Union into factory towns and collective farms.   This resulted in gaudy, low quality mass production ikat, which is now being replaced by a return to the old techniques practiced for centuries,

Antique Uzbek Ikat

Antique Ikat at Lundahl Home. © Sharon Lundahl

Drive anywhere in Uzbekistan, and you notice the roads are lined with mulberry trees (also stolen from China), whose leaves are the favored food of silkworms.  Visiting any of the many silk workshops, it is amazing to hear the audible “crunch, crunch, crunch” of thousands of silk worms on tables in long darkened sheds happily feeding on fresh mulberry leaves.

Prior to the Russian conquest of Central Asia in the 1860′s, the lining of ikat robes was usually home-spun cotton cloth decorated with block-printed designs.

Antique Uzbek Ikat Chaupan

Antique Uzbek Ikat Chaupan. © Sharon Lundahl

After the arrival of Russian trade goods, robe linings were made of mercerized cotton yard goods printed in colorful patterns made in textile factories in European Russia.  The traders kept bringing different and updated patterns each season, which encouraged the seamstresses to keep up with the latest fashion patterns.

An interesting note: the Uzbeks invented their own “Scotchguard”… by rubbing a layer of egg white on the fabric, making a glaze that protected the silk.  You can often still feel it on the fabric.  Although you can’t touch the ikat at the museum, you CAN touch it at our shop, Music for the Eyes.

Uzbek Woman in Ikat Chaupan

Uzbek Woman in Ikat Chaupan. © Prokudin-Gorski

 

Please Help With Your Ideas about Travel in Turkey

January 29th, 2012
Istanbul Turkey

Fred Shopping in Istanbul, Turkey. © Sharon Lundahl

Now that we have  completed six blogs about our recent trip, we would like to ask for our readers’ help in planning our next trip to Turkey.  What new place in Turkey should we visit next and what new things should we buy for our shop?

Here are some questions which you could answer and share:

(1) What are your suggestions about travel in Turkey?

(2)  What’s the most interesting place you’ve been that you didn’t know about before you went there?

(3)  What is the most outstanding (or surprisingly good) hotel or restaurant you found in Turkey?

(4)   What new treasures should we look for in Turkey to sell in our shop?

(5)  What interesting rugs should we look to buy in Turkey?

(6)  To help us in our blog-writing, which of our Turkey blogs did you enjoy most (or least)?

Crossing Turkey by Train: 40 Hours on the “Eastern Express”

Kars, the End of the Road

Slightly Seedy Trabzon

Amasra on the Black Sea

The Midnight Bus to Safronbolu

Old Istanbul (Stamboul)

Turkish Man in Spice Bazaar in Istanbul

Turk in Spice Bazaar in Istanbul. © Sharon Lundahl

Crossing Turkey by Train: 40 Hours on the “Eastern Express”

January 17th, 2012

 

Scenery from the Eastern Express. © Sharon Lundahl

Most foreigners,  when they think of Turkey, bring to mind a  more-touristy western Turkey,  with its biblical sites and Med-Sea beaches.  The country of Turkey is actually quite huge, east to west.

During our recent trip, we decided that a good way to see a lot of Turkey would be to take the train from Kars back to Istanbul.   Everyone has heard of the “Orient Express” running from Vienna to Istanbul, but few of us have heard of the “Eastern Express” which runs to Istanbul from far eastern Turkey.

The Eastern Express Train. © Sharon Lundahl

We boarded the train at midnight in Kars after buying a sleeping compartment ticket for the two of us for the next two nights  for an exorbitant $65.00. For that amount we received a two-person sleeper with clean bed linens, complimentary snacks for our small fridge, and an attentive sleeping car attendant to look after our every need (though not our need to find someone who spoke English, which he didn’t.)

Kids Playing along the Turkish Train

Kids Playing Along the Train Track. © Sharon Lundahl

The train route seemed to hit all major cities from east to west throughout Turkey.  The track bed on which the train rode is quite old and limited the speed the train could travel, but the scenery was simply spectacular.   There were hundreds of tunnels along the route which often winded through the mountains beside river beds rather than following highways.  In many parts of Turkey the highways were built after the railroad.

The Good Cook on our Train. © Sharon Lundahl

As our trip took place in mid-October– already the beginning of winter in the lofty mountains of central Turkey– the train wound its way through snow-capped mountains that reminded us of the U.S. Rocky Mountains.  The view from our compartment window or from the splendid restaurant car often provided a wonderful glimpse of Turkish village life as people went about their daily tasks oblivious to the train passing their barnyard or village coffeehouse .

Picture of Famous Attaturk in Train Station

Attaturk Sign in Train Station. ©mellen-petrich@flickr

The scenery began to flatten out a bit by the time the train reached Ankara, and from that point to Istanbul, the old meandering track was paired with a straighter new high-speed train track under construction along side.   This is to be the new TGV (Trein Grande Vitesse) fast train which will cut the  Istanbul/Ankara travel time from six hours to two hours.

The thought of being able to take such a speedy train in the future began to gnaw at us…as our “express” seemed to lose speed the closer it got to Istanbul.  As we followed our train’s plodding advance across our map of Turkey,  and the hours stretched on and on, we finally found ourselves alongside the Bosphorus.  Our hopes rose at sight of the familiar waterway, but  our train’s speed declined still further in response.

Map of Turkey Showing Route of our Train © Sharon Lundahl

The train’s progress into Istanbul seemed interminable, as we were five hours late, and especially because Sharon ran out of books to read about four hours from the end.  This disaster resulted in a solemn promise to all the gods ever worshipped in Turkey to buy a KINDLE so that she would never be caught bookless anywhere again.  (She did so, and found out that it is good “travel insurance”–but not anywhere as pleasant as holding a book in your hands.)

The only other problem Sharon experienced on the train involved the Turkish-style hole-in-the-floor toilet in the swaying railway car.

The train finally pulled into the picturesque  late 19thcentury Hadarpasha Railway Station on Istanbul’s Asian shore 40 hours after leaving Kars. We had forgotten, however,  that our journey was not yet over just because we had finally stumbled off the train.

Turkey Train

Haydarpasa Train Station on Istanbul's Asian Shore. © fafaru mitikie@flickr

Istanbul is split by the Bosporus into an Asian side and European side, the latter of which was where we spent most all of our visits among the great monuments of past epochs such as the Hagia Sofia and her sister palaces,  churches and mosques.

To return to our hotel on the European side, we exited the Railway Station and boarded a ferryboat for a 20 minute journey across the Bosporus to a tram stop and hauled our tired bodies across the Golden Horn and back to our non-swaying beds and American-style (hurray) “convenience” and bathroom!

Scenery from the Eastern Express. © Sharon Lundahl

Kars, the End of the Road

December 24th, 2011

Kars Castle.© Sharon Lundahl

After another midnight bus trip–this time from black sea port Trabzon through the mountains of northern Turkey, we arrived through desolate, tree-less high plateau steppes to Kars, a frontier town near Armenia which has harsh winters with  up to 40-feet of snow.

Ancient Cathedral in Ani near Kars. © s@mbo@flickr

The word “kars” means “snow” in Turkish.  Orhan Pamuk, Turkey’s nobel-prize novelist, based his best-seller “Snow” in Kars.  The people in Kars are descended from the Karsaks, a Turkic tribe that came from the Caucasus in the the 2nd century B.C.

Kars has saved many of its pastel-colored stone buildings built during the Russian occupation from 1877 to 1921, and often reminded us visually of our time in the former Soviet Union.  The older Russian-era town with its picket fences and square grid streets contrasted with the newer, more modern Turkish parts of town.

Kars Castle, overlooking the whole town

At a Music School in Kars, Turkey

At a Music School in Kars. © Sharon Lundahl

from its mountain top, was actually built by Armenians before the Moslem conquest.  An exquisitely restored 12th century Armenian-built stone “Church of the 12 Apostles”  is now an active mosque.  The Russians gained this northeast part of Turkey by conquest during the Crimean War, and the Czar even built his family a ski lodge here.  Russia’s new Bolshevik leaders Lenin and Trotsky, however,–in a “singularly stupid moment” — gave Kars and the province back to Ataturk in 1921, in an effort to win his friendship.

Woman in Kars, Turkey

Although all the people we met were helpful and friendly, only one local spoke English; he was the young owner of a music and book store.  He explained that he had been a tour guide, and tourism had pretty much closed down after the beginning of the “Kurdish troubles”.  There is plenty to see in Kars, including produce markets with the famous two-foot-in-diameter Kars cabbages, but we found very little in the way of handicrafts that are so plentiful in other parts of Turkey.

The real reason for visiting

Turkish Man. © Sharon Lundahl

Kars is to travel 28 miles to the Armenian border in the shadow of Mount Ararat to see the ruins of Ani, one of the most impressive sights in Turkey.

At the height of its golden age in the 10th century, Ani had 100,000 people and rivaled Constantinople in glory and power.  The Armenians and Byzantines, each supporting a different brand of Christianity,  bickered and fought between themselves, enabling the Moslems to conquer first one and then the other.

Sharon at Ani. © Fred Lundahl

A huge earthquake in 1310 destroyed the city, including its monumental churches and mosques, a few of which were rebuilt only to suffer near destruction in later disasters.   Spending a day in its strangely quiet, abandoned ruins (seeing only a few other tourists) made us think about how civilizations come and go.

The name Ani came from Anahit, an ancient Persian goddess identified with Aphrodite, one of the chief deities of the pre-Christian Armenians. Among the dozen or so structures remaining inside the mile square massive walls, in addition to churches and mosques, were both a synagogue and a zoroastrian fire temple–testament to the diversity that once thrived here.

The Only English Speaker We Met in Kars! © Sharon Lundahl

On the somber drive back to Kars, we were reminded of a more recent conflict in this cradle of civilization: the Armenian-Turkish conflict of the early 20th century.  While we usually hear about the genocide of Turks killing Armenians in Turkish-majority areas, out here in what was once an Armenian-majority area, we came across a small monument on the highway commemorating the massacre of  the entire population of Turks in a small town by their Armenian neighbors.    In our travels, we are constantly being reminded by sights such as this that our “understanding” of historical events is often too simplistic.

Ruins at Ani. © Sharon Lundahl

 

 

Slightly Seedy Trabzon

December 5th, 2011

Trabzon on the Black Sea Coast. © David Farrer_flickr

Is Trabzon on the Black Sea Coast a seedy Turkish-Russian port town or is it Turkey’s “most cosmopolitan, ever-changing city” as its tourist brochure states?   It is probably both.  At night,  it seems to earn its reputation as the Turkish center of the “Natasha trade”, where women from nearby former-Soviet countries work  on an “ad hoc” basis.  Trabzon is the Black Sea’s busiest port, and business is booming… both in the port itself, filled with ships from Russia and the Ukraine, and in the dozens of cheap hotels that line the Port area.

Turk in Trabzon.© Sharon Lundahl

In daylight, Trabzon  is at its best in the modern, busy main square jammed with people, sidewalk cafes, modern shops and surrounded by noisy traffic.  You can see both women in conservative  headscarves and girls in short dresses.   Everyone in Trabzon is VERY proud of its local football (soccer) team;  it is one of two teams outside Istanbul to ever have won the Turkish national league.

Pretty Turkish Girl. © Sharon Lundahl

Trabzon was founded (as Trebizond) in the eighth century BC.

When the ancient Greeks first arrived, they reported shocking stories of the Mosynoecians, “practitioners of open-air fornication who resided in wooden castles.”  We didn’t see any of these folks.  For centuries after the founding of Trabzon, it formed the easternmost limit of the Western World.  During the Byzantine period, silk road caravans found their way here.

Conservative ladies. © Sharon Lundahl

Trabzon’s best days followed the crusaders sacking Constantinople in 1204, when the fleeing Byzantine Emperor Alexius Comnenus I made it the seat of his new empire with his great riches.

The city lasted as a Byzantine outpost for a century after the Ottomans took Constantinople but then inevitably declined.  The Russians fought over the city in both the Crimean War and WW One and damaged the city when they captured it in 1916.

After visiting the lovely Aya Sofya Museum (originally another Hagia Sophia church), we found the most beautiful sight near Trabzon was the Sumela Monastery.  About 34 miles south of Trabzon, it is a

Shop Ladies in Trabzon. © Sharon Lundahl

wonderful site at 3700 feet (1,000 feet above a river) in a forest on the side of a cliff.  The monastery was built by Emperor Anastasius in the 5th century AD, and some of it has been restored. It was too remote to be made into a mosque and actually had Greek monks in residence until 1923.  The bus leaves you off for a ten-minute climb up the cliff, and after you walk for 45 minutes straight down from the monastery on the stairs and paths.

Overall, in Trabzon we saw a bustling and peaceful port.  People were very friendly, but no one spoke English.  Luckily our room cleaner was an Azeri woman from Baku, and we were able to communicate with her in Russian.  We saw no other foreign tourists, other than at the monastery.

Sumela Monastery in Turkey

Sumela Monastery. rward2008_flickr

Amasra on the Black Sea

November 22nd, 2011
Amasra, Turkey

Amasra on the Black Sea Coast. © Sharon Lundahl

Amasra is called the prettiest port on the Black Sea coast of Turkey.  Even though this is a touristic center for Turks in summer months, foreign visitors are uncommon.  During our October visit it was quiet, peaceful and beautiful…and tourist-less.

Girl in Amasra, Turkey

Girl in Amasra. © Sharon Lundahl

We got the idea to visit Amasra from a customer visiting our shop who had loved the place.

Our small hotel, “Kusna Pension”, cost all of $ 45.00 a night and was located right on the water, high overlooking the rocky shore and fishing boats. Our room was simple and clean, and the view was incredibly beautiful.

The name of the city in ancient times was ‘Seamos’, which means sesame.

The first rulers of the city were said to be the legendary Amazon women warriors.

Flower Pots in Shoes

Flower Pots in Shoes. © Sharon Lundahl

The town has a unique combination of natural harbors for ships overlooked by rocky outcrops perfect for protective fortresses.

The Byzantine Emperors actually rented the whole place out to the Italians from Genoa for a century or two when Genoa was the Mediterranean super-power.  The Ottomans, as they conquered the Byzantine Empire piece by piece in the 1400′s actually took Amasra from its Genoa renters without a fight.

Market in Amasra. © Sharon Lundahl

Ever the tradesmen, the Genoese figured out that it didn’t really matter to whom they paid rent  and quickly switched from  sending their rent checks to the Byzantines to sending the checks to the Ottomans, who were happy enough to let the Christian Italians continue to manage the trade of the town as long as they didn’t mind the Ottomans turning all the existing Byzantine churches into mosques.

We visited the museum, which contained Hellenistic, roman, Byzantine, Genoese and Ottoman artifacts found in the area.

The very old Fatih Mosque near our B&B was once a Byzantine 9th century church.  It was turned into a mosque by Fatih Sultan Mehmet when he conquered Amasra in 1460.

Turkish School Children

Turkish School Children. © Sharon Lundahl

The Midnight Bus to Safranbolu

November 1st, 2011
Turkey Safranbolu

Old Town of Safranbolu. © Sharon Lundahl

A customer visiting our shop, Music for the Eyes, hearing we were going to Turkey again, said that their favorite place outside of Istanbul was the little restored Ottoman village of Safranbolu, near the Black Sea coast.

Safranbolu turkey

Fred and Turkish Metalworker. © Sharon Lundahl

Always looking for new places to visit in Turkey, we took the midnight bus to Safranbolu .   Already tired at 12 PM, we got on the wrong bus twice.  Luckily the Turks are great, so that even though no one spoke English, they carried our suitcases and directed us to the right seats on the right bus.  The trip was quite nice, but Sharon didn’t much like the Eastern-style bathrooms at the rest stops, which were your basic hole-in-the-floor models.

Display in Safranbolu Museum

Display in Safranbolu Museum.© Sharon Lundahl

The bus arrived at the town square 45 minutes early, and it was not yet dawn.  We woke up the surprisingly pleasant B & B owners, and were shown to our wonderful room with a wooden carved ceiling.

Safranbolu takes its name from the saffron flower and top-quality saffron produced there.  The usable part of saffron is the seeds of the flowers;  80 thousand

Safranbolu museum

Safranbolu Museum. © Sharon Lundahl

flowers produce only 1/2 kilo of saffron.

The town of Safranbolu dates back to 3000 BC .  The Gasgas, Hittites, Sumerians, Lydians, Persians, Greek, Romans, Seljuks and the Ottomans have all ruled in Safranbolu.

Its old city is famous for its half-timbered buildings with their tile roofs and overhanging second storeys.  These traditional wooden houses are beautifully preserved, and Safranbolu has been declared an UNESCO world heritage site.

Shopping in Safranbolu.© Sharon Lundahl

It is also built on an interesting geological structure which joins three separate canyons…and contributes to the beauty of the city.  We spent our days wandering around and exploring; the city was so well preserved that it felt like an open-air museum.  The only tourists we saw during our visit were young Chinese, traveling in groups on a Chinese holiday.

One of the most interesting shops on the metal-workers’ street was that of a friendly Turk who was proud of the fact that he had exhibited his work in at the University of Maine in the Hudson Museum in an exhibit of Turkish metalworkers.

Safranbolu Turkey

Turkish Metalworker's Shop. © Sharon Lundahl

Old Istanbul (Stamboul)

October 24th, 2011
Turkey Istanbul Topkapi Palace Aya Sofia

Topkapi Palace and Aya Sofia. © Sharon Lundahl

Istanbul is one of the world’s truly great cities…and our favorite tourist destination.  As it contains thousands of years of history–and 20 million people–it is impossible to capture in a few words.

Ali Hashimi and Fred Istanbul Noah's Ark

Ali Hashimi and Fred. © Sharon Lundahl

Istanbul has Byzantine walls and churches, Ottoman mosques and palaces, and modern buildings.  It sits where Europe meets Asia.  It has been important long before 330 AD when Constantine the Great chose it as his capital of the Roman Empire.

Turkey Istanbul Shopping

Shevaun Shopping. © Sharon Lundahl

We spent a day cruising on the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn with our traveling partners Keith and Shevaun in the new boat of our old Turkish friend, Ali Hashimi.  Ali owns our favorite rug store in Turkey, “Noah’s Ark” and has just renovated an old mansion into a new boutique hotel in Stamboul, also called “Noah’s Ark”.

The shop and the hotel are in Sultanahmet,

Istanbul Turkey

Store in Istanbul. © Sharon Lundahl

all within walking distance of the Blue Mosque, Topkapi Palace, the Grand Bazaar and (Fred’s favorite building in the world), The Aya Sofia.

In addition to the mosques, palaces and hamams (Turkish baths), we love the 19th century timber-built houses of Istanbul, some of which were built along the shores of the Bosphorus for the nobility and foreign ambassadors, and others in the

Istanbul Turkey Ottoman Timber House

Ottoman Timber House. © Sharon Lundahl

city.  In those days, overhanging eaves and windows with grills let women look out on the street without being observed.

For a good book that captures the atmosphere of the old city,  we recommend reading  ”The Janissary Tree” by Jason Goodwin, set in the Ottoman empire’s declining days in the 1830′s.

I love shopping in Istanbul, so we came back with a treasure trove of silver and precious stone necklaces, as well as bags of bargain finds from the flea markets.  Fred went crazy buying hats of all kinds, and new rugs are being shipped to our store in Langley.

Sufi Musical Instruments Istanbul Turkey

Shopping for Musical Instruments. © Sharon Lundahl