Starbucks

Rachel, Joseph, and I went to Starbucks: 

Shush.  You would too if the Starbucks down the hill from your school had this view:

We then walked along the water to Ortaköy:

Past the arena where I saw Kardeş Türküler the first week:

The bridge is super pretty at night:

And ate Gözleme outside on the water.  I asked this man if I could take a picture.  Though it doesn't look it, he said yes:

In other news, today's afternoon lecture was about Turkish music.  Though it was in Turkish, I think I understood a lot of it, since it included vocabulary I learned even before taking Turkish classes.  The man played examples of the same song in different styles.  I was pretty offended when the Arabesque version elicited more laughs from teachers and TAs than did the remixed Tarkan version.  I guess this is what my travel grant literature means when it says this far into the trip "you're surprised that you're still experiencing culture shock."