One goal of staying in a not-hotel place off the main attractions was to "go local".
And this means I have to go out and get my own breakfast - which proved to be a challenge on a Sunday morning shortly before 10 AM. There's a restaurant nearby that promises "breakfast every day" but when I got there the lady who worked there had just begun preparing my food... So I ate whatever she had ready, mostly a lot of cheese and yesterday's börek.
After that I started to wander around the neighbourhood. The original plan was to get to Istiklal caddesi but I got lost in the labyrinth of the Cihangir streets. They are very randomly layed out and it's a lot of walking up and down.
But I found an open Carrefour where I bought cereals and fruit for the next morning.
Walking on I suddenly arrived by the mainstreet and the waterfront.
The entire area has so many cozy little restaurants and a lot of people were out for brunch by now.
I want a second stomach so I can eat all the lovely food I see!
Public phones with a local flavor....
This is the sister of a bride. Man, we were starting to feel really underdressed!
Then we strolled back to Besiktas and had some lahmacun to get fresh energy. A dolmus (minibus) ride later we were back in Taksim and walked to Verena's hotel where Jonathan was waiting for us.
We drank lemonades on the lovely terrace by the street.
I returned to my own place for a short nap and a change of clothes. I noticed that by now some streets started to look familiar and I might actually get the hang of navigating Cihangir by the end of the week.
Together with Jonathan's good old friend Reza we had a fun dinner
And some tango! I recognized several faces from past visits to Ponte milonga.
I left around midnight because I hadn't slept much the night before.
Was very proud to find the way back home without looking at the map! And it's a 15 minutes walk after all.