It is now dusk in Istanbul and the locals are enjoying the last few minutes of the city’s glowing sun.
Bumped into these three girls who were best friends and were playing around the neighbourhood. The girl in the middle is holding Simit, a traditional circular Turkish bread (common in the Ottoman Empire cuisine) usually covered with sesame or sunflower, sometimes poppy seeds similar to that of a bagel.
Round the corner, a whiff of – foreign spice aroma fills the air; a man sells local bread and baklava in his bakery – turkish sweet pastries glazed with honey and nuts.
It is now 6pm. Ahead, rows of glowing rich reds and oranges, parallels of yellows and greens. Passersby stop to kneel and select the best fruit and vegetables in plastic bowls on the cobbled pavement, others, seem to be attracted by the charms of market sellers describing pomegranates like a work of art.
The day ends and the locals smoking shisha under colourful cloth roofs.
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