That's me pulling a Queen Noor with my hamam towel in the Blue Mosque.
Being in Turkey is like slipping into a warm bath - easy going in and torture coming out. I love this country and all its voluptuous delights. It seems impossible that we leave on Monday for the grueling realities of New York. If Hurricane Irene is everything she says she is, she'll see her way to fit to delay our flight so I have time for a scrub and a massage here.
Tell you all about it soon.
xo
