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A jaunt called Istanbul - 2 |
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Source: Inquirer |
Author: Adjie Lizares |
Date: 1999-11-26 |
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Sultans
I approach the Sultanhamet area where the Topkahpi Palace is
located. Generations of Ottoman sultans had lived, ruled and
even mysteriously died here. In their privacy they enjoyed the
company of numerous wives, astronomers, former-day feng shui
masters, eunuches and slaves, not to mention huge emeralds.
The gardens inside were playgrounds where they would breed
and enjoy their trophy animals and exotic botanics. They were
mad about tulips! The sultans had volumes of botanical
drawings of this species and had them replicated in a vast
majority of tilework and embroidery. There are ancient cedars
with figs grafted into their trunks. Other trees with trunks so
wide and hollow I spy on one being used currently as a broom
closet! In one of the galleries I notice an armoire chockful of
18th-century Limoges plates. There are about five dozens of
them. Each one is hand-painted, depicting fantastic forest
scenes of faraway lands like North America and New Zealand. I
strain in the dark to study all these plates and discover one lush
and tropical looking piece painted and marked ''a forest scene in
Luzon''! This came replete with ''natives'' dressed appropriately
in salakot and g-strings! Maybe herein lies the connection I've
been seeking all along?
Outside the Palace grounds are a couple of interesting
addresses. They are Pashas villas now converted into
restaurant. Even the former jailhouse is now a yellow five-star
hotel. Historic preservation is at its height here, the creators of
which have lent themselves to innovation and eclecticism that
resemble so much fun!
The day is getting on. I have coffee indoors only because I
have been lured by some tempting experience of c. 1900 luxury.
Which I regret later on, so I have another, this time al fresco!
What a redeeming cup! Considering how tight Istanbul has
become, there has been no forgiving the lack of imagination
when I realize that coffee and the rest of the menu is actually
being prepared in a shop across the street. The sheer lack of
space irreverently emphasized by seats hung on the cafi's
walls! I can go on about the watering holes, cafis, the cuisine
and art, and the people that create these, but that will take
another day! I grow tired of all this walking and head back to the
hotel where I await the arrival of my traveling companion. I pore
through pages of scribbles I learned to imitate from my editor
and notice the glass and sterling candelabra of a table I am
working on... Indeed Ottoman, indeed time for my drink.
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