Something happened with the upload, but I sorta like it.
Italian thoughts at the open air bar
Bits and pieces of malta dreams.
Remember Berlin? You don't know the coldest winter, Kanye
More Malta.
Gravel rooftops adjacent to organic cafes.
I kissed the club owner on the cheek. He wore black and told me to bring back my friends, but no boys this time.
A heady night by the bosphorus.
Happy Americans.
Nice lentil soup here.
Galata tower and friends.
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