A True Turkish Delight

When I was in Istanbul a few years ago, it was in the middle of a very hot summer, one so humid that I constantly found myself on the verge of wilting, with little pools of sweat constantly forming in the creases of both my legs and arms. To cool off in the afternoons, the…

A Sun-Dappled Grove of Oranges

The morning that has passed seems far away as the afternoon advances, as the afternoon connects with the afternoon of yesterday of yesterday and of the day before, a repetition that must have a beginning somewhere but now is lost. -William Trevor ("A Day")I've been feeling surprisingly happy these last few weeks. I say surprisingly…