Another Last Sunset

Back in Istanbul and the wet, cold weather. We took off our headscraves, had a beer, admired adventurous secular outrageous comtemporary art at the Istanbul Modern, strolled in the glitter of the neon lights, and watched another sunset turn into grey mist. Pounding the pavement with the backpack that had grown twice in size as it had in its every journey, heading home, learned, but hungry for more.