The Basilica Cistern
June 21, 2015
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Poor, marble Medusa head, condemned to spend the millenia
upside down under the busy streets of Istanbul.
My memories of this place from 21 years before were of a quiet,
almost secret place, a mystery under the city, where you could
walk in near silence, listening to the sound of water dripping.
Maybe we were there on a Tuesday morning in October, instead of
a Saturday afternoon in June -- or maybe in the subsequent two
decades word got out -- but this time was very different, as we
negotiated our way through chattering herds of tourists disgorged
from busses, now laughing and shouting and taking pictures with