Charlie and I spent the night aboard the Viking Sea and had a lovely breakfast in the morning.

Istanbul at night from the ship.
Before we caught a cab around 8:30 a.m. to Sultanahmet, the historic center of Istanbul, I found an ATM at the port where I got a little more than $100 worth of Turkish lire — 4000.

Hurrem Sultan Hamami is a very historic Turkish bath.
Not being familiar with Galata Port and Istanbul we used one of the cabs at the port and asked the driver to take us to Hurrem Sutan Hamami (Turkish Bath).

The Blue Mosque in Sultanahmet Square.
We arrived before 9 a.m. (Our appointment at the hammam was at 10.) After checking out the entrances to the hammam (more in a future post) we walked around the square with the Hagia Sofia mosque on one side and the Blue mosque on the other. (I had decided in advance that visiting a mosque was not on our sightseeing agenda since we had visited Mohammad Ali mosque in Cairo last year with a guide.)

The men’s entrance to the hammam.
At a few minutes to 10 I escorted Charlie to his entrance to the Turkish bath then continued to my side. We both spent an exquisite hour in the Turkish bath. (More about this experience later.) After the bath we were both clean as a whistle and really relaxed.

The entrance to the Basilica Cistern had a line to buy tickets that moved quickly.
We headed across Sultanahmet Square to the entrance of the Basilica Cistern. I had chosen this site because it was so unusual.

The Basilica Cistern is under the city of Istanbul.
We bought an entry ticket and walked down the steps into a magical place. (Since we were not with a tour we could make our way past groups of people who were tied to a leader.)

There are no mirrors in here, the place is just huge. (The columns are reflected in the water on the floor.)
The Basilica Cistern is believed to have been built in the 6th century during the reign of the Byzantine Emperor Justinian I, and was used to store water for the city.

Much of the cistern floor is covered with water except the stone walkways for us visitors.
We leisurely walked through the area that is now used for art installations.

We met a man making Turkish coffee in the traditional way in hot sand.
After emerging from the Cistern, Charlie and I walked around the area and headed in the general direction of the Galata Bridge which spans the Golden Horn and connects Istanbul with the port.

Galata Bridge has an upper level for traffic and a lower level with restaurants and shops.
We finally found the last item on my Istanbul “must do” list which came from Rick Steves who said to have a really, really fresh fish sandwich right off the boats on the river.

We finally saw the highly decorated, gold-domed fishing boats we were looking for.
We bought one sandwich to split between the two of us since we had already had a snack at the Turkish bath and were heading back to the ship for a late lunch.

I enjoyed the sandwich which Charlie thought was too strongly fishy tasting.
Clearly the fishing boat lunch is where the locals eat. While we were sitting at a table a loud verbal altercation began between 2 men with other men holding them back from actually fighting. We probably wouldn’t have seen this excitement in the touristy area which is always teeming with police.

Men on the boats were making literally hundreds of sandwiches.
Then we hailed a taxi on the bridge to take us the rest of the way to the port so we could reboard our ship with time to spare before she sailed at 6 p.m.

Back on the ship in time for afternoon tea at 4 p.m.
Our unescorted day in Istanbul was a treat.
Jo
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