Another day, another cement mixer.
Oh, how I’ve missed the noise from that construction site!
The jackhammer’s hardly charming.
(A side note: That Turkish charm
is one of a kind.)
Another day, another Turkish tea.
Another vain attempt to cross a busy street.
The locals are amused, it’s plain to see,
they shrug – another yabanci!1
Another day, another metrobus adventure.
Oh lovely Istanbul, you’ve got it all,
but could you please
go easy on my toes?
I gasp and stop,
and stare at your eternal beauty,
and then I know:
you’re worth it.
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1 – yabanci (Turkish) – foreignerÂ
Purple Travel Path 
Beautiful poem. I could relate to this. I lived in this beautiful city for two years.
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Thank you, Nurul 🙂 I agree, it is an amazing place and in my view, its beauty makes up for the many frustrations of day-to-day life.
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