48 HOURS IN INSTANBUL
A low chant ripples through Istanbul. Dawn has not yet broken and the first call to prayer has begun – a reminder that the city is already awake. Some time between the second and third call we weave our way through the hustle and bustle into the CBD. Baklava-stacked shop windows and racks of over-sequined wedding dresses catch the eyes of us tourists. Without question, the former honey-drizzled treat is the preferable purchase here.
Content producer Emily Bell and digital
