1st day recap - fussy pot hunt for breakfast

We arrived hours before check in time. So out we went to hunt for food.

Not a fan of Simiit . Meh....pass

The birds have gotten their doses of morning worms, but I'm   

I mean we're raring to eat a hearty breakfast .

The shops across the road at Sultanahmet, have not yet opened for business . 

Never had to look for breakfast nor lunch before this but because our flight via Turkish Airlines touched down at 5 a.m. or so, and we could only check in after 11a.m. , well, I thought we'd do just that

Took the tram to Aksaray,  actually went into Tatseven. Snubbed the chickpea soup and walked all the way up here, took a breather and gawdemnit too early for Siirt Seref. No lamb for you madam . Apparently too early in this district for anything other than simiits and pastries  . 

Ham, sausage, eggs ....yeah that'd be nice. In my dreams.

Almost buckling at the knees, we crawled on all fours ( at least that's what it felt like because there were so many smells coming out from various UNOPENED restaurants ) . Ah, let's go to the bazaar..... stumbled into the soup shop because nothing else was open ! 

Serves me right really for being so fussy earlier . 

Although not filling, the soup was enough to warm and satisfy that Chinese soul inside our green banana skin.

Making our way out, yeah , the traffic here is still as crazy. Wonder if these breads are as nice as the one at Sevecen ?

We blindly hopped on a bus and horrors , it headed towards Taksim but thank goodness, it made a loop out to stop at Eminonu . Wandered around , that's the Galata Tower in the background. Soup wearing off. Back to Sirkeci geez . Same case. No one wants to open before 12 noon . threw my hands up in surrender and headed back to the hotel.

Me under a shedding tree. I read somewhere that a gardener in Westminster took the easy way out and pruned all the leaves altogether thus effectively bypassing autumn altogether in that area ! Yep.

More pics to make one puke. Dinner was much easier to find. Unlike breakfast or brunch. 

Burps. As we're making our way back through the Arasta Bazaar, seems I'm not the only one who's piled on some kebabs ,the lone Dervish performer obviously has too, or maybe it's a different guy altogether.

Moral of the story: when in Istanbul , eat like they do, don't be fussy. If you wanna eat like a King wait till at least 1 p.m. or better still after dark

Location : Istanbul