Taksim, Istanbul

Taksim, Istanbul - Turkey

By pure coincidence Bob Dylan signs to Mr. Jones in my iPod. right now.

Millions of memories suddenly bombard me.

• The steep streets that even the most daring drivers would avoid in the neighborhood where Mr A used to live. 
• The restaurant where we ate the worse fajitas ever, and the stalls where we've eaten shawarmas a million times.
• The pharmacy where for some unknown reason they thought I needed condoms when I was actually looking for Tylenol. 
• The pedestrian street where I enjoy sitting up in the second floor of a cafe, near the window, and look at people. 
• Mi favorite pizza margarita, with a cold beer.
• That bar we went to with Leigh Anne, that will always remind me of Malasana in Madrid
• One of the best breakfasts of my life, in that incredibly cosy cafe. 
• The tram.

Taksim is all of that, and much more. Especially with Mr. Jones on the background.