It was my fourth time in Istanbul and the fourth time I had the same feeling the moment I took a walk in the old center. The impression that I can somehow taste a little the vibe of Ada Kaleh.

 
I remember so vividly episodes with my parents telling me stories about the mysterious island where time stood still: Ada Kaleh. Danube’s Atlantida.  About the bazaar, the fig threes, the glamorous sewing lady who lived on Ada Kaleh. About Jasmine tea, about the 600 ottomans living on the island. About the jewelry and precious fabrics brought all the way from ‘Stanbul. About t… citeste mai mult