Istanbul Inspired Me and Countless Others!
It’s immediately obvious that Mr. Lane absorbed the design genius of the Ottoman Empire. In a future report I will show how KJL jewelry would have been desired by Ottoman Sultans and their wives!
Monumental Artistic Accomplishments During the Ottoman Empire dating from ca. 1300 A.D.
Eminonu Square across from the New Mosque or Pigeon Mosque. Notice how clean the pavement is, Istanbul is in general very tidy (except where the pigeons flock, in this one area near the mosque). The shopkeepers make sure the area around their store is clean. This square is on the Bosphorus which means “cow crossing”–Zeus transformed beautiful Io into a cow so his wife Hera would not kill Io in a fit of jealousy. Then Io crossed the water and Zeus hid her away, and, one hopes, restored her to her human form. Greek gods were known to consort with mortals, and often it was an unfortunate experience for the human.
Inside Aya Sofia Mosque which is now a museum. The art work and architecture are phenomenal and breathtaking. The builders created many ways for the sun to shine into the mosque. I would like to have visited at night to see how beautiful the sanctuary is when the candles are lit.
Inside the Blue Mosque which is still a place of worship. Visitors must remove shoes and women must cover their heads. Note the gorgeous, detailed tile installations and art work that must have taken years or decades to complete. The supporting columns are as wide as 6 people or a large truck. Words cannot capture the magnificence and beauty of this space.
Overwhelming scale of a stone column. The capital is completely covered with decorative tiles, painting, carvings. Within mosques there are no portraits or other representations of the human face or figure.
Inside Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar dating back to about the 16th century. My favorite place to hang out! Note the beautiful domed ceilings. Can you see any women in this photo? It’s all open yet not the least bit noisy. Note the man at the lower right, a merchant, reading his newspaper with his water bottle nearby. No one drinks tap water not even natives. It is never served in restaurants. The men in Istanbul are all wearing jeans and dress very casually. Women are much more formally dressed, and every one has a scarf of some sort, around the neck, shoulders, head, etc. The young Muslim women in their teens and 20s wind their long black hair up into large French knots which they wrap with beautiful scarves. And they are all wearing earrings, rings, bracelets, whatever they can put on to match their outfits.
THERE ARE NO WOMEN SHOP OWNERS IN THE BAZAAR! OR SERVING IN RESTAURANTS! OR DRIVING BUSES OR TAXIS, OR EVEN DRIVING ….
Walking around, I did see a few women in full burka robes. They even cover their hands with gloves. They seem to be swathed in 20 yards of heavy black material which drags on the street and gets dirty. The wife trails about 4 feet behind the husband. I’m just saying …
The Spice Bazaar attracts more local women since it’s a teeming local shopping destination. I enjoyed it since sellers are liberal in handing out free samples of everything in hopes of attracting a sale. Lots of exotic spices for sale including saffron, which I should have bought, but I wasn’t sure it would be allowed on the plane. Istanbullus enjoy birds as pets. The pet store at the spice market was fun. Here’s a friendly minah although he didn’t say much. Never expected to see birds in cages there, but then again why not.
Tea is the universal Turkish drink. All you need to do is stop to look at a shop’s merchandise, and out comes the glass of tea. It’s a wonderful way to rest the weary feet. I drank a lot of it, not even wondering where the water came from … probably the tap …
This was a performance by Sufi dancers, otherwise known as dervishes. They turn in graceful, slow circles with their eyes closed accompanied by the most wonderful chanting and music. The goal of the spinning is to enter a trance state. The band had an oud, a short necked gourd-shaped stringed instrument, flute, autoharp, and lap drum (all acoustic, no microphones). The singer played oud and sang without a break for an hour. I was thrilled with the professional level and beauty of the music. Istanbul is full of wonderful musical sounds.
Every morning at 5 AM the muezzin (singer) climbs a long narrow stair to the top of the minaret and chants the morning prayer. (also 4 more times during each day) It’s wonderful. Imagine if B.B. King came to your doorstep every morning noon and night and sang the blues for 20 minutes! (Well, I’d love it …) The hotel was very close to the Blue Mosque with Sofia not far, and occasionally, the muezzins would “trade fours”–meaning they would sing call and response from one mosque to the other. One morning a street cat started to howl along with the singer. A side effect of this amplified chanting is that it’s hard to carry on a conversation, one almost has to be silent and listen. A welcome pause in the day’s rush and hustle.
I miss Istanbul already, and can’t wait to return. I will have more info and photos next time. There was so much to see and do! But the return flight was endless.
Thanks for reading,
Jane






