beer, popcorn, beyoğlu

Cold beer, hot summer night.
The song of swallows diving into the fading light.
Conversations rise into the air and hang between buildings, losing colour as night arrives.

friday night

Who knew Istanbul had a happening Flamenco scene?
In a bar that took the term "dive bar" literally, with under-the-sea décor and vintage photos of divers hung with reverence upon the walls, a man named Manuel drummed a hypnotic beat with lightning feet. When he danced, we watched breathless, when he paused, we moved.