I have fallen in love with Istanbul long before I have even seen it. The stories, the fame, the mysteries, the mosques, the energy...I have seen it all, before I have even been here. I have seen it in the books I've read, the pictures I've admired, the stories I've read. And it is all true...
BUT, it is more than books can ever describe, or pictures can ever capture. Because Istanbul is about the feeling, the smells, the colors, the vibe, the energy, the movement....which you cannot understand unless you have put your foot on the magic land of Istanbul.
Since my passion for baking has become a main objective of my life, being in Istanbul is like being in the Disneyland of bakeries. I am going mad, delusional, dizzy, with every step around the city, because around every corner there is a small bakery which smells like paradise, and every product looks like has been made by the angels of pastry. I am glad that I will not try my baking business here, because I would not stand a chance, to compete with these generations of masters in baking. However, this does not stop me to steal from them, and indulge myself with their delicious pastries. Gosh, please....every morning I pray to stay longer here, and every evening I decide that I must leave this addictive city.
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