Tear gas, again? It’s May Day in Istanbul! Protests abound! A closed metro system. Questioning in the streets. Juliet didn’t feel comfortable going in town. I didn’t feel comfortable putting anyone in danger. Myself, not a problem. But Andrew tends to worry… so we took the dogs for a walk down by the Bosphorus and then went to the mall to get a few new clothes instead. Along the way, we noticed a few posters like this one plastered up all over town.
I should be more specific about the shopping: I got new clothes. Andrew, not being able to find anything to fit his tall and skinny frame waited patiently while I lusted after unicorn shirts and sequined mini-skirts in H&M settling for more travel-friendly cotton clothes instead.
We called about our bags. We were told they would be delivered the next day. We weren’t told when, exactly, but we were hopeful Andrew would get to change his clothes by the end of the day.
Daniel brought an empty tear gas canister home after a failed attempt getting to work. He told me I could take it home as a souvenir, but we both figured airport security might not be as keen.