After 12 days in Turkey, we had one morning left. So, after consulting 3 different "top things to do" lists, and having decided NOT to go shopping for Prada, nor to visit Taksim Square, (this was in June 2013), we opted to cab it from Galata Tower to the Memet Sinan mosque where the great architect himself is buried. Our cab driver was actually a boat taxi across the Golden Horn. It cost 1.25 per person. The boat was of the Flintstone variety, in that you could see right through the bottom. I have no idea how he kept it afloat. He looked like Noah after a weekend bender and smelled like motor oil, fish and rather nice cologne. He ran into us as we walked along the water looking for a side street to return to the Tram T1 and he yelled out, "I take you!" I mean what the heck? There was no one around except some other guys that looked just like Bluto, so we jumped on! What a ride! On the other side we met a German speaking cabbie with marbles in his mouth who took us up to the mosque and gave us a lecture on Turkish design chandeliers and electric lights. I think. While the Blue Mosque has all that tile, and Sofia is ever so famous, we found Süleymaniye to be a truly spiritual and glorius building dedicated to God. The trip there was spiritual too, in its own way, Angels that spoke in different languages, a fisherman in an old boat and a dead man whose works make him live on. We are not so different after all.