Blowing Hot And Cold

From our hotel in Istanbul we get an excellent view of the Bosphorus when we're in the top floor dining room, tucking into breakfast. Yesterday morning, for the first time on our trip, the sun was shining brightly, indeed blindingly, across the water, suggesting a warm day was in store. After the biting cold we've experienced so far in Turkey this would have been a welcome change. But, alas, it was not to be.

As Fafa pithily explained as we approached the Hippodrome, My body is confused. It looks like it should be warm, but it's really, really cold. Yes, exactly that. If you managed to stand in a patch of sunshine for a while you could detect some warmth, but otherwise the cold was unrelenting - definitely cold enough to snow, I reckon.

But since this is Christmas I suppose we can consider our not entirely unpleasant ordeal satisfyingly seasonal - so Merry Christmas to all who keep the season. Hope you're all warmer than we are.

Postscript: Later in the day we found our White Christmas in sunny but chilly Bursa, on the slopes of Uludag. Evidence below. Brrrrrrrrr.