The agent entrusted us with the key to the flat, though we are not yet its owners, so we took the Trial to see it. It was really gratifying: she really liked it, and could see the potential in it. A bit of a relief to have someone outside my and the GF’s head see it. I also took the opportunity to investigate the odd little bathroom a little more closely and now think it should be possible to either open it up or to use it as a laundry cum store room. All in all it was a pleasing visit, and reduced some of the (still-present) dread I feel about the purchase. It should go through next week, all being well.
After this the trial and I went down to to the Karakoy ferry port when I got a frantic call from the GF as I had the keys and he had to get back for a meeting. Leapt onto a tram, met him at the station to hand over the key and dashed back, all before the Trial had finished a drink on the seaside. We went over to Fener to buy a cup for my sister, and returned – a fairly quick there and back, but neither of us was in a mood to linger.
Between the flat and the pier we walked through the boaters’ market, a rather lovely little patch full of thick ropes and buckets of pitch. That sort of discovery is one of the pleasures of Istanbul.