In the early 1900s my ancestors journeyed from the Ukraine, across the tumultuous Black Sea on a ship through the middle of Istanbul to reach the safety of America. With a little prodding, my grandmother revealed bits and pieces of her family’s escape from the tyrannical clutches of Russia. The stories ignited a desire in…
The start of our day in Sultanahmet began with a good meal and Turkish coffee. Fortunately our Hotel provided a great start to the day. Whether an American breakfast or a more continental styled one, there was much to taste and discover here! Stepping outside the hotel onto the street, a change occurs. The muezzin’s…
