The home of the Ottoman sultans dates back to the fifteenth century. Aside from being a palace, it’s claim to fame is the supposed debauchery that took place in the Harem. My story is not that interesting.
The palace is sprawling unlike the castles you’d find in Europe. Let’s see if I can keept track here…
You start by walking into the First Court with soldiers at the gates. The First Court is a park with a ticket office, shop and cafe near the entrance of the Palace Museum. You might run into this guy.
Here’s where the council got shit done. Sultan would eavesdrop via the golden grates to find out if people noticed his body odor or other insecurities.
Off to the side is the entrance to the Harem. The women were educated in Islamic and Turkish culture, reading, writing, music and dancing. There’s a whole tier system so only the best would meet the sultan. Major downer– his mother ran the place.
Mom’s room… Doing mom things.
I took a nap at this point.
I found a restaurant on Yelp and I told myself make a left at the third street, right at a mosque… Yeah I didn’t get there. My offline map failed me so I had nothing to check.
I walked over to the other restaurant I wanted to try in a more obvious neighborhood. I ordered testy kabab which is a stew cooked in a clay pot. It’s quite a show when they bring it out, coals a blazing. The top is popped off and the stew is poured onto your plate.