Galata Bridge, Istanbul

IMG_1910I’ve been thinking about Istanbul lately – it is one place that has been a constant in decades of travel. I first went there over 35 years ago and must have revisited the city at least eight, maybe ten, times since. When I think of Istanbul, I immediately think of Galata Bridge, as somehow this more than anywhere represents all that is great and cosmopolitan about the city. More than a mere link between the two sides of the Golden Horn – Eminönö and Kariköy – the bridge is a place for fishing and socialising, for eating and drinking; a place for lovers’ trysts, for poets to watch the sunset, for tourists to plan their next day in this great city at the very edge of Europe.IMG_1903While other bridges are merely functional – a dull concrete conduit for traffic over water like this one in Suffolk, or a human footbridge as sumptuous and organic as this one in Meghalaya, India, Galata Bridge is much more. Galata Bridge may not be beautiful of its own accord but it provides a platform from which to enjoy the iconic Istanbul skyline – the Venetian Galata Tower in one direction, the sky-piercing minarets of Sultanahmet’s mosques in the other. More than a mere bridge, it is a location in its own right that, in the Istanbullu psyche, has long been elevated above the role of merely conveying traffic .IMG_2639IMG_3158IMG_2655

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2 Responses to Galata Bridge, Istanbul

  1. Duncan Smith says:

    Excellent and evocative post, Laurence. Thanks. Having returned yesterday from my first trip to Istanbul I can concur entirely with your sentiments. What a fascinating city it is. Tonight I shall re-read your pair of excellent articles for Hidden Europe magazine. With best wishes – Duncan

  2. Thank you for your kind words, Duncan. I am glad that you finally managed to get to Istanbul – it’s a place I never tire of. Laurence

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