The Blue Mosque draws us in, moths to a flame.
Outside my girlfriend meets a tea shop owner who decides that she should be his wife. It takes us awhile to escape him, in part because my friend gives the wrong answer when he looks at her hand and asks “Does that mean you are still single?” (She is, unknowingly, wearing a ring on the finger where engagement rings are worn in Turkey.) Instead of saying “no,” she stammers a bit and finally answers with “well, um, yah . . . “ Eventually we ditch him. (And she gets better at lying.)
Good thing too, because Hagia Sophia is beautiful tonight.
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