Goodbye Han Point Hotel, and to the streets of Fatih which every morning each of the four times we have set forth have like the stairs at Hogwarts and every night of each of our four days spent in Istanbul changed. Our street was always one more over, either left

perhaps a flashback to yesterday when J had the hamam to compensate for the disappointment and found it, designed again by Sinan, super. I didn’t want. Sit on a hot stone and be lathered up with a pillowcase of suds. Or doze under the minaret with a ginger cat.

To Sultanahmet. The Palace. Pass the sleeping dog and the four crows. Pay the exorbitant fee. Request audioguide. When asked for passports as deposit, gracefully withdraw.  And enter, avoiding the water cannon. In the first garden you will find bric-a-brac. Ignore. Admire certain symmetries. Find the amenities at your convenience

not in chronological order but a nice snap to start on, for an area full of shops selling musical instruments. Here’s where, after tram and subterranean cable car, we popped up: yes, it’s Takşim Square, next to Gezi Park. Remember 1977. Remember 2013. Remember Standing Man. I stood,

Hello Gin & Tonic (HK airport). and then we boarded … early … into the heat and confusion of this artfully retro-styled aircraft where the stewards show not the slightest of effeminate affectations as per the dos and don’ts in Turkey from my Ûdemy Learn Turkish in a Month language course.

Hello Hong Kong. It’s been 14 years! Hello Hong Kong. You are very steamy. It’s early. We are staying at the Eaton HK Workshop: it's like a scene from a dream    the architecture follows another logic cars like in a display showroom    beside the lifts There&