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A jaunt called Istanbul |
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Source: Inquirer |
Author: Adjie Lizares |
Date: 1999-11-26 |
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The historic seat of Eastern Christianity and the Ottoman
empire captivates and enthralls, an empire of the tourist senses
IT is interesting how one flies through
many time zones and undergoes
complicated procedures to reach a
destination nowadays. Not to mention
the bumpy ride.
Well, I thought Istanbul should be
interesting enough in this aspect, and
with fall in the air, it should be quite
colorful! You see the first time I had
been there was during summer.
Afterward, I told myself that on my
''next'' trip, spring should be the
season to come visit and see all the
fruit trees in bloom.
One can't help but be impressed by the omnipresent buzz of
history as one approaches this ancient city. For there are many
civilizations that have traversed the Bosphorus on both its
Asian and European riverbanks. From the Far East, the
legendary Silk Route with its precious load on camel-back,
comes to its end here. Nearby classical Greece and the
Hellenistic period are strongly felt. The Roman Empire made
Constantinople its capital in the East. The Islamic Crusades
reeled its mighty scythe and lone star to conquer way beyond
these territories, paving the way for the rule of the Ottomans.
Today, of course, Turkey is modern.
Although Istanbul is not the country's capital, it is the most
visited metropolis in this country. It is Turkey's most splendidly
captivating city.
I take a walk through a part of town that lonesome afternoon
before my traveling companion arrived, to better concentrate on
this article for which I have made just this one purpose: To
attempt a connection between this piece and my previous one
about Manila using gardens as the medium.
Filipinos in Turkey
It is Sunday. I ask the concierge where the nearest Catholic
service is and he tells me it is right next to the hotel. Great! Enter
the Basilica and then I am right in Manila! Pleasantly surprised
by the warm greetings extended by the Filipinos gathered there,
I feel even greater! We hear Mass together while my vision
strays around into the heavily trompe l'oiel-ed surfaces.
I walk around Beyoglu, a modern addition to the old district that
is entirely surrounded by a battery of walls, perhaps a couple of
centuries old, entirely made of bricks and stone, not unlike
Intramuros. Perhaps this could be the only basis for connecting
the landscape of Manila to that of Istanbul.
The scenery is impressive in a romantic manner, sometimes
imposing when you reach the grand boulevards with their
tree-lined promenades. The public parks are very well kept, just
as in Manila, although they seem to have more room here. There
are the woods. The flowerbeds by the palaces lead to
boardwalks and outdoor cafis that dot the riverbanks. You are
also surrounded by minarets and metal-domed mosques that
make Istanbul quite unique in this world.
Plants are quite evident in the everyday life of the friendly
residents of this city. I observe the grapevines growing over
tiny intersections in the residential areas. Where there is no
space on the ground for planting, they use these climbers on
trellises and arbors, which take on the wall and the sky as well.
People and place look so completely harmonized by this setting.
Resting areas
The more I get into the center of town, the more I notice its
resting areas and the walls around them. It is not only there for
travelers to rest their tired feet and bums while gazing at
something quite pretty, but also a refuge where one can
contemplate life and its wonders.
Park benches, monolith blocks, even the occasional lamps are
wrapped in stucco walls painted in vibrant colors of russet,
ochre and reds. Others have contemplative shades of lavender
and mint. Older walls are made of stones piled up with the odd
brick details. More often these walls lend themselves so well to
the untended ivy clinging on and add its own special moods
and textures to the surfaces. Together they provide an elemental
and ever-changing framework.
From the outside, everything has a tendency to look natural and
simple. But perhaps it is a disguise that does not even whisper
the profuse wealth of culture hidden behind these fagades--for
spirited interiors of the Ottoman edifices are rich in
embellishment.
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