a photo a day

Our last meal in Turkey was the best Italian food of my life, in a five table restaurant where the owner was born on the bottom floor, cooks on the third floor, and serves food on the fourth. Thank you, Trip Advisor! And only in Istanbul will the owner's cat be roaming the restaurant and it isn't weird when he comes by to be petted and then jumps up on your lap. This was what I had to reach over to eat my tiramisu. Zorro, you sweetheart!

(Only one of my three friends thought I was weird for allowing/enjoying this. I'd say I have some excellent friends.)