Summary

Istanbul is living proof that opposites don’t have to clash—they can dance. It’s a city of balance and contradiction, where East meets West not in theory, but in rhythm. You come for the landmarks, but you stay for the moments: tea on a ferry at sunset, a stranger’s smile in the bazaar, the echo of prayer drifting over the rooftops. Istanbul isn’t just a city—it’s a feeling of being suspended between worlds, and loving it.