I have been thinking of Istanbul a lot recently.
I have been thinking about the beautiful city.
The culture treasure and shopping mecca.
And the transfixing qualities of the place and the people.
Several years ago, when I visited with a friend, we walked, and ate and boated and biked.
And we sat down and watched the whirling dervishes.
They entered a trance as they spun, and it was mesmerizing to watching their skirts and their fluid movements.
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It’s interesting that the Sufi’s, who still have to live underground and are persecuted, somehow serve as the poetic and romantic image of Turkey.