always spare money for buskers the idle weekend, little money to do a full bar crawl.. the summer is too hot in istanbul, bad hang overs - my bride and i suffer.. browsing thru a variety of shops, finding nothing worthwhile in the process..
apart from bookstores that make my mouth water, nothing much interesting.. my wife spills ice cream on her shirt, and i buy her a red t-shirt.. we walk down the avenue, towards the music shops and i lust after the effect pedals and guitars.. a fender telecaster and a fender mustang, as well as an epiphone hollow body.. my only vain purchase is two thin plastic bracelets - black of course..
as we sit ourseşves on the sidewalk, a busker is playing the trumpet..
i always have spare money for street performers.. i listen closely, hoping someday i could also produce the same flawless sound...

always keep some loose change in your pockets.. you might run into something magical along the way..  ¶ 1:46 AM