Istanbul is a beautiful and mystical place. It's a city of juxtaposition, a place where East meets West and the old cohabits and synchronizes with the new. It is at once so thoroughly modern, yet completely steeped in tradition: towers of glass and steel erected next to decrepit stone buildings hailing from byzantium, hookah (or as the turks call it, nargile) bars and clubs turning down the blasting techno-pop-funk music as a sign of respect when the last song of evening prayer broadcasts, lingering in the air.
We only had the chance to stay for a few short days, and unfortunately I didn't get to see as much as I wanted to see. I'll be back one day, hopefully not to far away in the future.