Even the way the light hits the buildings — I’ll be like “wow life is actually cute sometimes??”
What’s your favorite place to go in your city?
Normally I’d say “so many places, vraiment,” because my brain acts like it’s flipping through a whole catalogue of spots — Galata? Karaköy? Beşiktaş? even random streets I romanticize for no reason??
But since the question is singular, I’ll stay loyal: Galata, toujours.
There’s just something about it. Every time I walk into those narrow old streets, I feel this tiny shift in my mood — like the city gently pulls me by the hand and goes, “come on, let’s wander.”
I love walking there, watching the crowd like it’s my own little TV show, hearing all the mixed languages, footsteps, laughter, and even the occasional chaos. And then I look up at the tower and it feels like it’s saying, “hey, you again.”
Honestly, it always makes me smile. Même quand I’m not in my most optimistic mood.
Galata is one of the few places where I naturally start romanticizing everything.
The old stones. The stairs. The tiny cafés. The noise. The energy.
Even the way the light hits the buildings — I’ll be like “wow life is actually cute sometimes??”
And yes, maybe I get a little too dreamy, maybe a little delulu (ok très delulu), but ça va. It makes me feel alive.
It makes me feel like the main character of my own day, even if I’m just walking with my coffee and headphones trying to survive life.
Beşiktaş gives me that energetic, fast-paced vibe — the “I’m late but I still look cute” kind — but Galata?
Galata is softer. More cinematic.
It’s where I remember that even when everything feels messy or tiring, there’s still a corner of the city that feels like mine.
So yes… my favorite place?
Toujours, forever, Galata.
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