Sometimes I forget that Zurich is surrounded by high mountains. And then I look up.
November 7, 2016
November 6, 2016
November 5, 2016
Istanbul. June, 2007
The big market on the Asian side of the city. Can you tell that cherries and green plums were in season when I visited?
November 4, 2016
November 3, 2016
Istanbul. June, 2007
Today I have my annual physical exam. The doctor will tell me that according to the "formula" in his computer (which tracks age, family history, exercise habits, smoking history, etc.), I am at risk for a heart attack. Because I don't want to take medication, I counter with, "Suppose I had no family history, had an ideal height/weight ratio, never smoked, exercised regularly, but was still over 65?" He always answers, "Your age alone makes you a candidate for medication." So everyone over 65 is a candidate for medication? Who made this formula, the drug company? At which point, he takes my blood pressure, which is, understandably at that moment, sky high. The conversation closes with my saying, annually, that I will control everything by diet. Which probably means giving up every food that I enjoy, like cheese (several varieties of which are on sale here at the market next to Istanbul's Spice Bazaar.)
November 2, 2016
November 1, 2016
Istanbul. June, 2007
Today is All Saints Day. Tutti i Santi. Todos los Santos. Toussaint. A holy day of obligation for practicing Catholics around the world. (And a national public holiday in Italy, Spain and France.) Just another day for the rest of us. Here, a Turkish man quietly selling notions (butane lighters, packages of tissues, etc.) outside one of the many, many mosques in the City of the World's Desire.
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