Istanbul, January 2016
I had heard many good things about Istanbul as a tourist destination.
The plans to walk around the old city and see everything with my own eyes did not work out. A few hours before our landing, some bastard blew up tourists in the central square. I was in no mood for walking. We did go out a little, of course; walked near the hotel, looked at sad clothing sellers left without Russian shuttle traders; returned to the hotel - dinner, hammam, sleep; in the morning to the airport and home.