This evening we met up with someone the GF had been communicating with, and who works in the property world. He turned out to be a German Turk, rather nice fellow – nicer than the last, and with a more trustworthy air – and talked quite frankly about the scene in Istanbul. It seemed genuine, and it was one of those cases where he was clear what his interests were, which made it possible to trust him. He showed us a flat in his portfolio. It didn’t have open views over the Bosphorus, but it did have stunning views over the Galata Tower, close enough that one could install a siege engine in the bedroom and take it down, or at least try to, because of course one would not be the first to try. The flat itself was also very nice, though it had some odd features since it had been modified to serve as an AirBnb, in particular two long narrow bathrooms next to each other, which would have been far better as one mid-sized bathroom. If we were to buy it, that is what we would do. It’s a little beyond our price range, but very gratifying indeed to see what is just out of reach – in London it would unimaginable. This slightly cheered me up after the last flat whose owner is still MIA.
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