I walked down the street slowly, the morning air was chilled with winter fingers. I collected the sights, sounds and smells of with it quirky shops, interesting people, fresh Turkish bread. It was such a pleasant walk I decided to visit it again in the evening as I was told it would be really alive when the moon rises.
I set out when the moon was up, knowing the restaurants would be serving their delicious wares and the musicians would be taking up their instruments. I turned the corner and this is what I saw…why, when, how, what the…..