Sipping Apple Tea in a tiny Cafe playing my favourite music in Istikal Caddesi, watching people passing by. Feeling the dream that was my life for the past weeks.
Anneli has gone back to Levni but I felt the need to walk down this street again, and to find Galata Tower.
I also wanted to try getting around on my own as this will be how it is for the next 3 weeks or so in Italy.
The apple tea is delish and I think it's just finely diced and dried apple in hot water. A good idea for Tasmanians.
This morning Anneli and I caught a boat from Kabasa to The Princes Islands. Our boat stopped at several but we alighted at Princess. I will FB the photos of the incredibly ornate wooden houses there, either stately or crumbling. Tourists taking carriage rides on 2 horse-power trotted by, and we wondered the story behind these once elegant homes
But lo and behold as we were walking down a little Street heading back towards the wharf - there it was!!! The Mother of the Bride Dress, just looking at me. On Princess Island, no less. Rosie with her cappuccino colour, me in dusky pink and full of lace and texture. It fitted like Cinderella - well elasticity helps. Done! Very affordable - no more research necessary!
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