We caught a taxi to take us to Ikea – a little indulgent as it is on the Asian side and we could get at least part of the way there by public transport. We were supposed to go there to get our kitchen planned out and then to pay for it and hopefully not have to worry about it any more. A warm, sunny day, just the day to spend in a gigantic temple to meatballs and MDF. Then, ten minutes into the journey (we were not yet out of Beyoglu) we got a call – the Ikea system was down, could we come another time? So, abort abort. We got dropped off in Cihangir instead and had a coffee – a long wait at the cafe but no table opened up so we went to our usual place in the mosque courtyard. Then back, walking past the place selling marble sinks and we have nearly decided not to get one of those. I did really like a twisted metal hook to hang from the ceiling, however, and I might get that to install in the kitchen.
Much nicer than Ikea, true, but we have rescheduled for tomorrow instead so the pain is only deferred.