All guests are gone, and the cousin with COVID is quite self-sufficient, hurrah. He is in very strict lockdown indeed – when I went to drop off his instant coffee, a man rushed out of the building shouting ‘very bad, your friend, very bad!’ At first I worried that the cousin had developed bad symptoms but when an interpreter was summoned it was simply that I was not allowed to enter beyond the hallway of the building, so I left the bags of groceries under the stairs instead of outside his door as I had originally planned.
Strange times.
Today, Saturday, the GF and I went for another later afternoon stroll, planning an artistic sort of afternoon. This turned out to be a failure as the Tophane gallery was closed and the SALT Galata gallery was between exhibitions, and even a waterside plaque about an installation commemorating the Thawra had nothing beside it. But it was a nice walk anyway – good to be on our own, and we walked through part of the boaters’ bazaar again, and along the water before returning for a coffee in Cihangir.
At night we watched Vertigo which I’d seen before but completely forgotten. A fine film, but no one needs me to say that.