It was another schizophrenic day. Well, that's a little harsh - more a day of divided personalities.
This morning was glorious - clear, blue sky, warm sun, and a visit to the Museum of Turkish and Islamic Art. Islamic and Turkish art consists mainly of tile, carpet, gold/brass/silver vessels or lamps, Koran boxes and stands, and illuminated manuscripts of the Koran. There were other items as well -- pottery pieces, writing instruments, architectural elements -- but the collection of hand-written and illuminated Korans was the most extensive and beautiful that I have ever seen.
And then came the evening's activities: basketball. I really don't like basketball. I know the game inside and out, but I have had more than my fill of it in my life. I don't watch it on TV. I don't play it. I just don't like it. But.....
For as much grief as I gave James about going to the game, it was fun. The lights, the crowd, the energy, the noise -- it was a good time. I was amused at the attempt at Westernization in the sports-arena with spotlights dancing around during time-outs, the attempt at cheerleaders also dancing around at time-outs, and the concession sales in the stadium. None of it was quite what we Americans are used to: they don't even sell beer! But we had a good time together among the Turkish locals. James was in heaven. After the game, we went into a bar for a post-game drink -- once we finally found one, that is! The bar was full of Turkish men and even more full of blue smoke -- there is no ban on smoking in public places here. We got a table on the second floor and had some drinks while watching a Euro-league soccer game on TV. Turkey won.
Another day of contrasts - and a little compromise! We joked around about how we had been looking at centuries-old antiquities and holy books in the morning, then watched AI argue with a ref at night! Both were cultural experiences. Both were worthwhile. But very, very different from each other! And tomorrow....who knows what it will bring?