Our hotel was bang smack in the middle of Sultanahmet, the ancient jewel in Istanbul’s oft-fought for crown. We were a mere five minute’s trot from the Basilica Cisterns, the National Archaeological Museum, the Mosaic Museum and Grand Bazaar. Every morning we ate our breakfast with the spires of Agia Sophia and the Blue Mosque inspecting our plates and of an evening, if we felt up to the spruiking, we’d have a raki and water pipe somewhere on or around the popular, bar and restaurant-filled Akbıyık street. We were a train ride away from the Galata Tower, Istiklal Street with its millions of shoppers, and the ship-filled, oily, inky Bosporus.
To wit, our traipsings around Sultanahmet and its surrounds, in pictures.