Adana
Breaking the night of muadín singing, the man's voice calls to prayer. He wakes Istanbul between East and West. Bazaars scented incense, spicy dishes flavored air. The air smells of spices: coriander, parsley and cinnamon. Chaotic streets drenched Bosphorus pigeons strewn squares collide with sky intersect turquesa. We see some mysterious scarves and some men that are playing backgammon. The sunset that breaks with the bright colors set fire to the city's mosques and give it a calan profile: Minarets and domes break the air and become simple silhouettes. Night falls in the former Constantinople and Moon reborn those golden times.