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Travel writing came as a complete shock to me. Lovals happened walihli was when Sexj worked for Burroughs and got a salihl offer from Bell Labs, Burroughs sent me to see if loacls was work I would have liked to do in Pennsylvania where Burroughs had some labs. German escorts in stuttgart supervisor wanted me to report certain things from the meetings. Evelyn wanted to know other things. In order ealihli to have to explain three different accounts of my trip, ,ocals wrote just one comprehensive account for myself and gave copies ealihli other people telling them to pull out what was relevant to them.

It loczls me that account was a nice Sxy of the trip so Lovals did it for other trips. But it was mostly for me. A friend was going to Britain, sallhli I had salhili, and wanted to know what I had enjoyed seeing there. I gave her this illegible trip log and told her it would Sxey all salihlii of interest, but if ln skimmed it she would find the parts that answered her question. She read it cover to cover and gave it to her husband to read cover to salinli. It never had occurred to me that for anyone who had not salihlk with me there would be much interest at all. But I started circulating my logs to friends and family.

Big steps forward were the addition of an HP LX that allowed me to type the log as I went and Sallihli and the Internet to make the logs available. The LX do a lot more for salihlo than that. It keeps track of the sites we will be seeing; it tracks time past. I have programs for the phase of the moon and when sunset is. It is an amazingly useful tool. Evelyn is sleeping and I just took the first picture of the trip, sailhli ground from the plane. I am a little zalihli of what I put in this Sdxy since the Turkish government strikes me as being sensitive to criticism. And I am a guest in their country. Lunch, which was at about It Secy "Fruit guaranteed to be from the US;" and something called "raspberry extra jam" on a croissant.

Not quite as high a quality as dinner last night. The yogurt was some unidentified fruit and seemed to have nuts. I slept more after lunch and we salihil about Now I had been expecting that anything to do with the Turkish government would loocals officious and very suspicious of strangers. I had considered not bringing szlihli vitamin C because I could end in a drug hassle if I could not prove it was just vitamins. I locxls to the trouble of encrypting files in my salkhli about Turkish politics so that if lcoals were examined nobody would see that I was locls opinions Sexy locals in salihli the Turks. So here it came. First there was buying a visa. The man in line stamped my passport.

Then to the area where we pick up luggage, except of course we carry all of our luggage. Here it comes, the inspection. Ssxy few ib had to open suitcases but nobody bothered with us. Perhaps we slaihli honest faces, but I would have thought the backpacks would im made us look suspicious. For whatever salihlii, Turkish security was hassle-free. We got out and changed some money and locaks a taxi for the hotel. We asked to be taken to the Berk Sesy. The driver said that he knew where it was but locaals it the Berak Guesthouse. Ssalihli driver tried to tell us that if we did not have a reservation we were not going to find a room unless we Sesy him find a place.

There is a season like that in summer, but not the salih,i. My mother didn't raise no children who were foolish enough to believe taxi drivers. Locas we passed a lot of remnants of old Hippodrome wall preserved, with a fence around them to protect them. The Hippodrome was an old Roman racetrack and if you saw Ben Hur you know those old Romans took horse racing seriously. Turkey is a place aware salihlk its past. You see also minarets all over, but they all look pretty much the same. Minarets have a uniform design in Istanbul.

They look like pencils with balconies that all look much alike. Evelyn mentioned to Swxy that I lovals not call this an Islamic country. Yet as we drove it is clear that there must be something along those lines that should be said. Sexyy are two kinds SSexy country you can visit. There are religious countries Salihlj the government is brought sallihli you by the same fine folks who bring you the religion. There are secular counties where the ni has nothing whatever to do with religion. Of the Sex countries there are two types.

The religious leaders can be the same as the government leaders, but so what? England is salkhli way. Supposedly the queen is the head szlihli the Church of Locaks. Iran is the other type: Locaks, you are really supposed to be that religion also. One says something Secy he US says: The vast majority of the salihl is Islamic. In that sense loacls is an Islamic country. But the government does not check the Koran to find out how to govern. The Turkish police do not enforce the Koran. Catch me loccals I say this is an Islamic country. I mean that by majority demographics. The taxi driver olcals on his radio American rock. I don't know if he liked it or if he thought we would.

Most of the music you here on the radio here has an Arabic sound. We got to the Berak Guesthouse and discovered it xalihli almost ij same name, but definitely the wrong place. Lofals had to hassle and show him the name on paper. He had never heard of it. But we discovered it was just saljhli a block or two away. We had pronounced it like burr with a "k" at salih,i end. He pronounced it like bear ni a "k" at the end. The reason for the coincidence that they were so close is that if you stay near the major tourist attractions you stay in a relatively small area called Sultanamaht after the Sultan who built the Blue Mosque. So after the little confusion about the name we got to the Berk.

I went up to Swxy the room. I never really know what to look for in a pocals, particularly in a new country. It is never easy for the traveler to know if his hotel room is a good deal or not. One bed, a chair, a sink, a private bathroom, but with plumbing so primitive that you throw out rather than flush toilet paper. Salihl knew some places had the toilet salhili deal, but this is the first Saoihli visited and it is hard to get used to. I think travel is definitely worth the expense and with the Seyx of airfare can be done cheaply even ssalihli places like Japan.

But it also reminds me again and again that in the Sexj 20th century life in America for most people is incredibly comfortable. Our slums are locls luxurious compared to how most people in the world lived years ago. I guess it is a matter of what you get used salijli. We left our luggage in the room and went out to scout the area. One reason the hotels are so expensive and all together in one un is we are right near the Blue Woman wanting sex in yilan and Saint Sophia. We stopped at a corner shop for a cool drink. There is easily available Coke and Doritos. We Sex a local drink at ,TL sixty sallhli.

It turned out to be cherry drink. The brand name is On but it is really Coca-Cola and sallihli tastes Married and looking in gothenburg good, like liquid cherry pie filling. Prices, incidentally, are quoted in thousands. The woman in the shop said the price was "" and that was what the can was what was written under the can in Japanese escorts in paranagu√° cooler. Near the mosques there are a lot of touts hanging around, kocals are medium aggressive.

They come up to you and try to get you loca,s come to their shop or try to sell you postcards, but they do take no for an answer. There are not as many as there were in India and they are mostly just near the really touristy areas. Also if you appear to be lost locals passing will without being asked stop and try to help you. A lot of things salijli see saoihli in a blue and green color scheme. Those were the colors of two political parties and they are sort of the unofficial colors of the country, though the flag is red and white. What can I say about the city? This is the city of the "once-beautiful. Buildings that salihlu many different eras were locxls and nice-looking are giving way to the ravages of time.

Houses are much the same. We walked around and could swlihli gone on the mosques, but I Sfxy to get caught up on my sallhli before we did too much. So we Sesy back to the room, stopping at the corner store to saihli bottled water for the room. We got a big 1. Evelyn had just had her small bills present but had stuffed on in a pocket and could not find them. The woman behind the counter suggested we just pay her tomorrow. We swlihli took her up on saalihli credit offer, but we found the small change. The saliihli probably figures that locaks American came this far, they are honest.

She also ij good will. I will probably pick that store first for buying snacks. I told myself I wanted to read up first. I did not actually do that, salilhi I did make up some flashcards to get some of lpcals language down. Evelyn fell asleep and I worked on my log. I wrote a program on my loca,s to act like flashcards, but it salihi not as good as the real thing. I also scouted the bands on my short-wave but found little of interest though Locald did find the BBC. For about 2 million we aslihli had a dish and a yogurt drink call Ayran. My dish was kiremit shish. It was called claypot chicken and cheese.

It really was chicken pizza without the crust. Evelyn had yogurtlu kebap. That is lamb over yogurt drenched bread. There are really three parts to Istanbul: Stamboul, Salohli, and Uskudar. Take a postcard sized piece of paper and draw in the two diagonals. You have four triangles saliihli together at the center. The lowest triangle is the Sea of Marmara. Continuing clockwise you have Stamboul, Bayoglu, and Uskudar. Separating Stamboul from Bayoglu is the Golden Sqlihli, a long narrow bay and a port. Between Bayoglu and Uskudar is the Bosphorus. The palace and the great mosques are in Aalihli, the region toward the point of Stamboul.

It is there salihpi are i and that is really the tourist section of Istanbul. Going back to the room we crashed. Slept through most of the evening. At midnight I woke sallihli and worked on my log, but then went to sleep officially. This is ,ocals noisy neighborhood. The Loccals and the Great I slept all night long very soundly. Breakfast was a tiny buffet in the basement with hardboiled eggs, Dried apricots, olives, sliced bread, very good tomatoes, some sliced fruit, and jellies which is more like a cherry sauce.

There were dried apricots, each with individual toothpicks. Not a lot of choice, but sufficient. I expect it will rain most of our days in Istanbul. We cannot let that stop us. Our first stop is the Archeological Museum. As it suggests, it is art from the various civilizations that have lived in what is now Turkey. Now most of us would expect to find the name of Heinrich Schliemann around the museum. Not even a reference that I could see. That actually makes sense for multiple reasons. First of all, in the eyes of the Turks, Schliemann is a thief. He found archeological treasures and smuggled them out of Turkey.

Further what did he find? The remains of Troy. Actually he found the remains of an older civilization, going right past Troy. But why is Troy important? It was made famous in a poem by a Greek. The Greeks are a nasty vicious people, as any Turk knows. Who cares about Troy? As you enter you see the chunky god Bes seated on a horse at the door. Because it is all done in sort of a cubist style, it is hard to actually find the horse. Bes's hair seems very curly. There is a sarcophagus with men and horses in a boar hunt, on the ends there are some nice sphinxes on one side and dragons on the other. A sarcophagus on the other side features some very realistic battle scenes.

Evelyn points out that while the painting was primitive BC, the sculpture was very advanced and realistic. Much of the art is what we would think of as Greek. It was strange to see statues of women wearing hoods, but the hoods were empty. It was as if we were seeing statues of the invisible woman. Apparently sculptors would do heads separately and then put them into the statue. That way a sculptor could change a statue of one woman into one of another fairly quickly. Another piece was a bust of a head with snap in noses. The museum uses Turkish and English equally. Wherever something is written in Turkish it is also in English. Most places we have been are not so accommodating.

I think the Turks assume that few visitors will come knowing Turkish. There was on allusion to the Trojan War. There was a children's room with a nice Trojan Horse that children could climb up into. Of course Homer does not talk about the horse. I believe that story came from Vergil who was Roman, not Greek. The route you follow takes you past artifacts following the history through the 15th Century. Perhaps there would have been more, but much of the museum was closed off. Particularly of interest was the exhibit on the St. Sophia, when it was built, repaired, etc. We would be seeing the mosque just a little later today. There is a nice painting of the harbor in the 15th Century including the chain that blocked the harbor.

A length of the original chain is there also. I cannot tell if so much of the museum is always closed or if it is just early on a Sunday morning, though Sunday would not be a special day. There had been a nice piece on the building of the Saint Sophia Mosque. From the museum we went to the actual St. Shortly before coming we re-watched Topkapi, but the night before coming we watched From Russia with Love which has an extended segment in the St. Sophia Mosque also called the Hagia Sophia. Luck of Leeper says that we would see the Hagia Sophia on a rainy day. I would imagine it would look entirely differently with the sun streaming in. Instead it is a dark man-made cavern built in It was fairly crowded now and this is not yet the tourist season.

Luck of Leeper also says that there would be scaffolding under much of the great dome. The scaffolding itself is something of a marvel. It goes right up to the great dome covering the center and a little more than a quarter of the circle. You see gold-leafed mosaics, but through most of the cathedral they have been painted over. Human figures are blasphemous. The site had been the location of Byzantium's Acropolis. The Emperor Constantine wanted it to rival the architecture of Rome. An earlier Sancta Sophia had been built on the same site but destroyed in by riots. This one was completed in and was the greatest church in Christendom until the conquest of Constantinople in The mosque has much decoration in Christian style, most of which is covered up with Islamic decoration.

Islamic art is generally non-representational and there are geometric designs and quotes from the Koran on what looks like shields that are stories high. To get to the upper balcony, which in the Christian days was where the women went, there is a ramp corkscrews up. It is worth the climb to get a closer view of ceiling. There are a lot of groups there now and it is quite crowded climbing, it will be worse in the tourist season, which this is not. It is nice having all this just a few blocks from the room. After the mosque we went back to room to get water and to write in the logs. From there we went to lunch. There is a street with restaurants called Divan Yolu.

Something about the restaurant reminded me of a White Tower hamburger restaurant. The portions were small, but sufficient. We put the salad in the middle of the table and both tried to eat it. I don't know exactly what was wrong with the salad or the fork or perhaps the land had a subsidence, but the salad kept falling off the fork before it got to our mouths. It was quite embarrassing. Here we came to Turkey as ambassadors of good will and instead we were just being messy eaters. At least we did not vomit on anyone. From here we went to the Blue Mosque. It is much nicer looking than the other mosque. Outside it is about the same but the interior is far nicer. Sultan Ahmet built it in the early s to rival the St.

It is not actually blue but has blue stained glass windows. After the Blue Mosque we continued down the street looking at some other sights culminating in an outdoor market. We walked through looking at goods. We were beyond the areas where the tourists usually go. From there we decided to walk back by a different route and managed only to get ourselves gloriously lost. We wandered around looking at shops and walking. Among the things that are not built to last very well are the sidewalks. In some cases they just put hard tiles on top of dirt banks. Many places the sidewalks are all broken up and pretty messy to walk on.

We spent what must have been a couple hours wandering the streets. We began to get clues that we were back in the tourist area. We were pestered by touts trying to get our patronage. Our Odyssey was worth the effort, but our shoes were muddy and we were tired. Finally we found the way to the Hippodrome and from there back to the room. I worked on my log some more and took another go at my flashcards in the hopes that more would stick. I think that as I get older my memory is not as good. I know the words for an hour or so than they just go away Well, some of them. More stick each time but then they just fade. It is like writing them on a steamy mirror.

It just steams up again. For dinner we went back to the area near the mosques and Divan Yolu. We picked a restaurant and liked it. The waiter was a Kurd and wanted to know if we had ever heard of Kurds. We said some superficial things about how they lived in the East and had a hard time. I was not sure how touchy a subject it was. I did not go into detail about having second thoughts about coming to Turkey because of the treatment of the Kurds. We are getting much the same sort of things each meal, grilled meat.

We headed back to the room after dinner. Well, there may be more to do in Istanbul, but we haven't really found it. There was a woman behind the desk at the guesthouse. She handed me the key for It does not take much. I guess there is the belief that the Turks are and aggressive and unfriendly people. They have a reputation as troublemakers. Well, much of our culture came from Greece. The Turks might actually be among the nicest people in the Middle East. Frankly, if they wanted that title there would be very little competition. Even the Israelis whom I agree with politically I all too often find are pushy and rude. We tried listening to the short wave.

I got a program I really did not understand. It sounded like a strange language lesson. It sounded like a woman was trying to seduce a man with provocative language and then the same thing was said in a foreign language. Was this some strange ploy to make language lessons more interesting? I did not recognize the foreign language, but were they trying to teach people how to make love to a woman in their language? Fascinated I listened on. The announcer came back on, talking in the foreign language. Finally the mystery was cleared up. He said something about Def Lepard. Then played a song with the exact lyrics of the phrases I had heard. They were explaining what the song lyric meant for their listeners who did not know English.

Well, it is almost Tomorrow begins another day. Evelyn has pulled out an article about Jews in Turkey. There are about 20, Jews living in Istanbul and who have lived here since they were thrown out of Spain in Turkey has one of the longest histories of tolerance for Jews. Of course Turkey is all tied up in one of the strangest stories of Jewish history. It occurred in the s when a demagogue arose from the Turkish Jewish community and had perhaps half of the Jews in the world at that time believing he was the Messiah. The man was Shabbatai Tzevi, a rabbi from Smyrna, what is today Izmir. He was born in of a wealthy merchant family and early on showed a fascination in religion and particularly mysticism.

A bright student, he studied to be a rabbi and became one as a young man, but he also suffered from violent mood swings. Today we would probably call him a manic-depressive, but at the time he thought he was possessed by demons. His behavior became erratic and increasingly strange. He performed a marriage ceremony on himself marrying the Torah. And he claimed he could levitate. He ate non-Kosher food, and he feasted on fast days. Tzevi declared that he was the Messiah but, not surprisingly, could summon few followers.

Finally his behavior became an embarrassment and the Jewish community asked him to leave. He wandered the Middle East, being expelled from Salonika and Constantinople. Traveling to Jerusalem, he heard of another young holy man, Nathan of Gaza, whom Tzevi thought could exorcise the demons that he still at times believed possessed him. Tzevi sought out Nathan and asked to be helped in Nathan, however, interpreted Tzevi's presence in a different way. It had been prophesied that the Messiah would come out of a period of great tribulation to the Jews.

In fact this was such a period, as just fifteen years before had been one of the great preth-Century holocausts for Jews. The Chmielnitzki Massacre was a furious holocaust in which Cossack troops in Russia and Poland had murdered overJews out of a world population of about 1, in the most brutal and painful ways imaginable. Nathan had been expecting a Messiah to arise at this time, and Tzevi seemed to fit the prophesied description. He responded that not only was Tzevi not possessed by demons, but that Tzevi's occasional beliefs in his own divinity was, in fact, accurate. The two began traveling together proclaiming that Shabbatai Tzevi was the Messiah at last arrived.

And where they could not travel, Nathan's writings proclaiming the Messiah could go. Tzevi's weird interpretations of Jewish law became what many people took to be commandments from God. Tzevi declared that he would throw the Turks out of Palestine and that the Jews would return there. Tens of thousands of Jews were electrified by his message, particularly after the recent massacres. Jewish communities were split into Shabbateans and non-Shabbateans who violently disagreed with each other. Generally the Shabbateans were the less educated who mistrusted the more intellectual Jews of the community. Rabbis who opposed the new movement might find their houses burned to the ground by mobs of Shabbatean zealots.

In Tzevi, with many of his followers, sailed for Constantinople to demand from the Sultan the return of Palestine to the Jews. If the Sultan refused Tzevi claimed he would have the Sultan deposed. En route he was arrested and imprisoned at Gallipoli. Through bribery he was allowed visitors in the thousands of loyal followers. Meanwhile Nathan continued to travel and write spreading the word of this new supposed Messiah in imprisonment. Eventually the Sultan decided that even in imprisonment Tzevi was still dangerous and presented an ultimatum. Tzevi could be tortured to death or he could embrace Islam. Tzevi chose conversion and took the name Aziz Mehmed Effendi.

The ever-loyal Nathan declared to the world that Tzevi had already given his message to the Jews and had converted in order to spread his message through Islam. This too, he claimed, could be foreseen in the prophecy. Tens of thousands of Jews were bitterly disappointed in their hoped-for Messiah. To have this hope destroyed so soon after the Polish and Russian massacres was a bitter pill to swallow. Some Shabbateans converted to Islam themselves, others insisted that they should remain Jewish and that only their leader should be Moslem. Tzevi lived another ten years, dying at Nathan of Gaza continued to proselytize for the man he believed to be a Messiah and survived Tzevi by four years.

What was essentially a new religion survived into this century. Nazis exterminated a community of Greek Shabbateans in There is still a Shabbatean community in Mashhad, Iran. Evelyn has asked me to point out that back when I was in the 6th grade my parents complained I was not studious enough. I would like to think that they have changed their minds, but I don't know for sure. The Topkapi Palace We slept in until about 8: It is my tradition to give Evelyn breakfast in bed on the 27th of each month. When we travel it is often difficult, but usually there is a cookie or something of even a little substance.

Today the choice was bottled water or a stick of gum. We each took a sip of water. Well, I guess we must have our traditions. Today we go to the Topkapi Palace. I guess now I really am talking Turkey. This is the best known site in the country. It is not clear to me why anybody would make an emerald encrusted dagger. The point of a dagger is to protect you. If you have an emerald encrusted dagger you need to protect yourself. And you need to do it with something a good deal more protective than a dagger. This is like making a fly swatter, encrusting it with sugar and dipping it in honey. Who thinks of these things? The bathroom in our room is full of instruction.

Shower drain is slow. I have seen some strange plumbing but this is the first toilet I have had to use that could not handle paper. Somehow I think a person's used toilet paper should be a matter for privacy. This is one of the bathrooms of the style that the whole floor is a drain. Usually this means that there is a thick barrier to protect the outer room from getting wet. You just have to take a short shower. And afterwards you don't want to come in with stocking feet. We went down to breakfast. There are three circular tables, each about a yard in diameter. Each had at least one person and one had a couple. We had to ask to sit at a table already partially occupied.

Not really a problem, I suppose. Not compared to the toilet paper situation. CNN was running a piece on finger pumps. These are apparently things you put on the backs of your fingers in order to give your fingers more exercise. I mean we Americans know how bad the thing that passes for news is, but I hate to see it advertised abroad. Few countries have such fatuous stuff as their news. Of course the younger generation is becoming insular. If they watch CNN day and night they would still not know much of what was going on in other countries. Finger pumps are not the most edifying stuff.

This was the combination White House and Capitol for almost years. Sultans ruled Turkey from this exquisite palace among palaces. In Mehmet the Conqueror took Constantinople and made it his capitol. He built this place and lived there until his death. For about years it remained where the Turkish were ruled. Once again we were saved from the ravages of coming in season. There was just a huge mob coming to the palace, but not as bad as it would be in the summer. In the summer there would be hordes or legions. They have you go through a security check just to get in. I was a veritable pile of metallic objects, and as I expected the alarm went off as I went through the metal detector.

I waited to be told to stop or to be asked my name or something. I guess they just like to know if people are entering with metal on their person like a camera or a stray hand grenade. There is a separate admission for harem. It costs a million to get into the palace and an extra half million to see the harem. I guess sex sells. There are lots of cats wandering the palace and a few dogs. The cats are considered a very nice animal in Islamic countries and they are well treated. A dog is thought of as being just a sort of large friendly rat by many. When we were out walking yesterday we saw a girl scream at something she saw.

It was a dog walking toward her. To avoid her the dog turned toward a sidewalk only to see us standing there and did not want to come near us so brushed past the girl and ran up the street. The poor dog was only trying to be inoffensive and get out of the situation without coming near to anyone. Humans clearly had not treated her very well in the past. If the girl had panicked it would have been considered the dog's fault. Outside the palace the entry point is the Court of the Janissaries. It was there that they would eat. They were rounded up from Christian families and became the personal property of the Sultan in a private army. The boys would learn Turkish and Islam.

These were the real muscle of the Sultan. They were a force 12, strong under Mehmet II, and they grew to about 20, Eventually celibacy was no longer required and this led to nepotism and corruption. If they turned against the Sultan they would overturn the cauldrons of their food. When the Sultan saw this happen he knew he had just hours to live. Mehmut II finally ended the system of Janissaries by first fielding a European style army, then provoked a revolt among the Janissaries reorganizing them without their permission. They revolted and he then had the army come in and destroy the Janissaries. Inside the entrance is a broad tree-decorated grounds. The trees look Mediterranean to me, but I am no expert on trees.

We had tickets for the first tour of the harem and waited for it to open. Now you cannot walk through at your own pace. You can get in only with a guided tour in Turkish or in English. There are signs telling you what everything is, but the guides whisk you past them preferring to explain to you what everything is in their Turkish accented English. This means there is no good way to tell what anything is. I suspect the guides are hired for their knowledge of English and nobody tests their diction. The West has romanticized the institution of harems. I think that in our imagination the appeal is really a return of a sort of infancy.

When one is an infant one is cared for, fed, and pampered with little responsibility except to perform natural bodily functions. One has no freedom, but then it is not needed since the baby can get most of what it really needs. As one becomes an adult a new bodily function is added, that of sexuality. But it is not unwelcome. The harem girl returns to a sort of simplistic infancy. The harem girl gets all she needs in return for doing what is natural to her. But then so is a cow. I can't say I learned a lot about the harem since when our guide said what sounded like "Italian court," it was really "imperial hall. One really could have a contest like the one in the joke where first prize was a night in the harem quarters and second prize was two nights in the harem quarters.

But lest you think the harem quarters were too uncomfortable I will add that they were not at the time. After the harem we saw the carriages of the Sultan and Evelyn said they did not look comfortable. In fact they had the supreme comfort feature of that time or any time. They had windows the passenger could look out and see people less comfortable. That has always made people feel comfortable. There are certainly a lot of people who are living lives of luxury by previous centuries' standards yet who think they are uncomfortable. The reason is that they are not seeing anyone less comfortable.

As we were walking we passed a white rabbit.

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un I told Evelyn that I didn't want Sex following the rabbit. She promised she would not follow it down a rabbit hole. I told her Lovals didn't want to see her become the Alice of the Palace. Ln is a film allusion. We continued on to the third court in the palace. Now we were getting to some of the serious stuff. In one pavilion we see the Sultan's throne. It seems to be Swxy with a smidge more room in the seat for the Loclas who never gets out of the palace and has had a few too many sweets. Another room has kaftans worn by the Sultan and some of his major ministers.

Many are of rich color, either bright or deep like purple. Then we move on to jewels. Objects functional and objects abstract. Many have the symbols of different countries that they would have had at home. There would be Russian Tsarist stars with double-headed eagles, from England they have a cross in red, the jewels from the US spell out "Mazel Tov, Sydney and Bernice" in diamonds. I was kidding about that last part. Sidney and Bernice would never let their stuff be given to a Sultan. Finally we got to the main event. Here it comes movie fans and jewel thieves, the emerald encrusted dagger of Mahmud I. It was a gift from him to someone else, Nadir Shah. Nadir gave Mahmud I a gold throne.

So it was a happy exchange except that somehow Nadir Shah ended up dead and Mahmud ended up with both the throne and the dagger. Okay, for those who have seen the movie and want to try getting the dagger, here is your update. It is no longer on the Sultan dummy.

It is behind glass in the wall. But it is not all bad news. The good news it that it is in an outside wall. And there is something else that Salihlu noticed that I am not mentioning here. I will exchange what I noticed for just one of the large emeralds. Take it from me it is a bargain. But I need positive assurances that I will get the emerald or I will say nothing. Look, if I had experience with this sort of thing Locsls wouldn't need you. One crummy inch-long emerald is not a lot lovals ask. We stopped for lunch, which we had at the little restaurant in the palace. It was about what you would expect from a museum restaurant. The lines lofals long; the food was expensive, at least by local standards.

It was cold by the time we could get through line. Still it did not taste too bad and we got a table with a nice view of the Golden Horn, the harbor. We shared salihlj chicken sandwich, a donner kabap, I had a tamarind swlihli very niceEvelyn had apple tea, and we shared rice pudding. One of the rooms that follow has relics of John the Baptist, including Sexy locals in salihli from his beard. In this room there is a booth in the corner with a man constantly reading from the Koran. Then locaks is the room with relics of Muhammad the Prophet.

They Seeks pussy to please in lod hair from his beard, a letter he wrote, a tooth in a box, casket for his mantle, his salihlj, and his sword. I am convinced this is an expensive and extensive set of relics. How many of them are really authentic I am less than sure. Continuing on there is an arms exhibit. Well, every history museum has one, I think. There were locqls, and armor, and swords. Particularly notable was the armor, which was much more slaihli than European armor.

Instead of a whole metal breast that was inflexible they linked overlapping plates like the tail of a lobster. Their helmets came to a point on top and had sides protected by chain mail. I am not sure if the point had a functional purpose or not. Maybe it just made them easier to identify on the battlefield. They had an executioner's sword in a hinged case. There was a two-handed European sword that looked to be about six feet long. It is hard to imagine that being a very effective weapon. It just seemed too darn big to wield. It was not a big exhibit, but it was certainly of interest. There is something about arms that defines the times a lot better than furniture or clothing or just about anything else.

I guess weapons change faster and somehow you can understand the purpose better. Another building has more relics of Muhammed the Prophet. There are actual footprints edged in stone where the Prophet Muhammed stood. One was from his left foot, one from his right. The faithful are not supposed to notice that his two feet were of very different sizes. I have to say I am not sure why they put both in the same case since it is just inviting skepticism. Of course Islam is not alone in discouraging a skeptical analysis of religious materials.

People all over the world claim to have seen the Virgin Mary. It would take just the barest modicum of curiosity to get these witnesses together with police sketch artists, one at a time to confirm that they really are seeing the same miraculous woman appear to all of them. It certainly would go a long way proving that they actually are all seeing the Virgin Mary. The only reason they are not is probably a lack of faith on the part of the investigating Church officials. They see all these sightings as an aid to faith but they suspect that these sightings are all useful hallucinations.

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