Istanbul.

This was the view from the window, early morning, looking out over the Bosphorus and the Marmaris Sea. As we gazed at this beautiful scene, we were serenaded by: trains; the local road digger; the call of the Muezzin; and a rogue cockerel who had his times all wrong (poor confused thing would make an almighty racket at 2 a.m. and then not another peep 'til 7!) . Also, on occasion, we would hear the bleating of sheep. We never saw any sheep. But there was a lot of lamb on the menu in the restaurants nearby. Oh dear.

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