I’m spending my Summer in Istanbul on a fellowship, at a writer’s residency. The residency is in a building where one of the owners gives circus-performance classes.
Needless to say, I’m very excited.
I’d like to spend the next few weeks reading, researching, writing. If I end up only spending time juggling and eating platefuls of baklava, I’ll come home satisfied.
I’m not sure precisely what drew me to Istanbul when I was looking into summer residencies. But I think its rich history, and the fact that it’s the only city that straddles two continents, might have had something to do with it.