Summer Drift on the Bosphorus

In summer, Istanbul turns toward the water. The Bosphorus shimmers like poured glass, the surface broken by passing ferries and the soft slap of wake against stone. Mornings arrive with a clean, bright breeze and the distant call of seabirds. You slip away from the city’s hum and feel it loosen its grip—minarets and hillsides receding as the strait opens into wide, blue calm.