On a very angry morning at men,I condemned my self to the streets of Beyoglu as probably all women with the same condition did in its history.
It was quite early and deserted hours for Istiklal and seing the entry of the new Botero exhibition I was very curious about, I jumped in.
And found pieces of me..
and of even Thomas unexpectedly.
Isn't this what a piece of art about, to find pieces of you in the pieces of art in a divine peace and to heal.
So I spent more than an hour healing, looking at more than 60 paintings and a documentary about my new, dear Fernando and taking pictures for this post.
The day ended in peace, in the streets with street music,
and a good turkish coffee watching the passangers
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