02/28/2025
There is nothing better than strong, hot Turkish tea. This afternoon we sat on the ferry, traveling up one side of the Bosporus that runs into the Black Sea and back again to the Golden Horn. The tea man made pot after pot in a copper samovar. Served in a small saucer with two lumps of sugar and a tiny spoon, we drank to keep out the chill as the sun began to set. After the heat of India, the cool evening air was a reminder that it’s still winter.
