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| Sigh, alarmingly beautiful |
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| Abloush, bloush, bloush |
The whitest sand, the highest spire, the spiciest vindaloo, the furthest outpost.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Ex monk?
I don't know if it's the energy or just my inner hopeless romantic. Often, when I get to a holy place, I feel the need to pledge my soul. Maybe I was a monk in my previous life?
On my second visit to Yeni Camii in Eminonu I got really intrigued by these men and their ablutions. It's still one of my fav pics of Istanbul.
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