Since I’ve been in Istanbul it’s been a series of late late nights. No complaints, none at all.

Went to an opening at Istanbul Modern yesterday. Weird, semi-creepy video art, free terrible wine (makes me rethink all the bad things I said about Sula), delicious free frozen yogurt.

Went to a party at the beautiful home of one of the workshop participants who lives in the city. Walked around the Euro side. Smoked hookah fought to stay awake. Spent way too much money on street food and Effes.

Don’t regret a bit of it. Not even a smidge.

Here’s some evidence: