Lincoln’s 5 senses of İstanbul.
Istanbul…
Feels like…getting your cheeks pinched by the uncle-ish fellow on the bus,Looks like…an open air market, full of colors and textures, wanting to be explored,
Smells like…rain drops on pine trees and something cooking on the stove,
Tastes like…sweet pears, Auntie Ayşe’s yogurt soup, and a sneaky sip of tea,
\Sounds like…a cat meowing at the door.
