Istanbul Day Three

 Today’s big adventure was some of what my grandfather would call “that culture crap.” Gun is in a choir and her teacher is putting on a performance with a band at a local performance hall. Think large banquet hall with a few dozen round tables, a stage, and a dance floor. Everyone was dressed nicely and the vibe screamed wedding. Mezze was out and the BYO B started to flow  

The band began and played for hours without stopping. We spent the evening migrating back and forth between the table and the dance floor. I’ve been hungry to see a band and I think this is the first time I’ve run into one since I bumped into a rock band on the street in Milan. Box checked. Once again I’m starting want to do American things. A PHR sounds great right now.