Istanbul’s geography seems quite Seattleish: lots of hills, running right up to water, and plenty of drizzle, which we don’t get enough of in Budapest. Also, there was some snow; yay.

Stop one was a museum with a prominently advertised Ottoman calligraphy exhibit and a much less prominently advertised notice that it was closed for renovation; fortunately, the museum had a bit of other stuff.

Stop two was a castle the Ottomans built in their final siege of the Eastern Roman Empire, the last bulwark of which they surrounded for hundreds of miles but still took years to conquer.

Afterwards, I taught Set Mao to Meze, who quite liked it.