Got my snap shot,
Got hammams (hot!)
All I need now is the shoes …
All my needs
Got the schedule down for Byzantine ruin –
All I need now is the soles for the viewin’ –
just arrive I’d
all frets and blues –
And with each step I’d say
“I can wander all night where the young Turks play,”
From the Black Sea to the walls of
All this sorry
Needs is shoes.
In fact, my new passport has not yet arrived, but the person on the phone there (not too long a hold time either -- take notice, Met Opera!) told me it's in the final stages and should arrive by Wednesday. Departure date is October 6.
Meanwhile, every couple of days I buy new shoes and take them to a museum to test them out. (After all, streets aside, museums is where I'll be doing most of my walking. Mosques, of course, I shall walk barefoot.) So far my buying and testing has produced several days after when I could not walk at all but nothing really comfy, really winning. Worst case scenario: I unearth the hiking boots demolished two years ago and the old sneaks I last wore in Italy and get a couple of days' use out of them before they fall to the dogs of Marmara.
Before that, I tackle Eneslow, which will if necessary manufacture proper shoes for me.
Maybe I shall get fluffy bunny carpet slippers for the museums of Turkey. But the streets there are still in questions.