One of my favourite food memories of Istanbul are the fish grills down by the Galata Bridge.
Crossing the road from the New Mosque at the start of Friday prayers, the appetising smell of grilled fish gets stronger the closer you get to the bridge. There’s a crowd of people milling around and sitting at little tables in front of floating grills, eating long rolls filled with fish and salad leaves.
The little grill boats, which bob and sway on the sea, are extravagantly decorated and their staff smartly dressed in gold and black uniforms.
Closer up the fish looks like mackerel:
A shame that I have had a very substantial breakfast this morning. Just another good reasons for coming back to Istanbul. Often now when I smell fish on the barbecue it reminds me of this scene and an extraordinary city.