When we were planning our trip to Istanbul, my girlfriend made me one condition: she would go with me only if we’ll rent this particular apartment on the island. And now I understand why. When we walked into the apartment the first thing we heard was the music of Lou Reed - I immediately felt that we came to a friend. Burcu greeted us very warmly, showed us the house, introduced us to her cat Luna, and taught us how to make Turkish tea - I've wanted to learn that for a long time (thank you, B.). Her house made me feel nostalgic, saudada feeling, nostalgic for the end of 70's era, when musicians and artists moved to islands like Hydra, Ibiza, etc., away from the bustle of the city. The house is just begging to be in an apartmento magazine - it's filled with details: magazines on denim history, boro techniques, art books, Modigliani in the bathroom, sewing machines, a large collection of vinyl - listening to Sunday Morning the day we left was breaking my heart a bit. A very mojo place with deep
host, but I think you'll see that from the photos anyway. Thanks and much love, B, much appreciate your hospitality. We will meet again and eat pasta at sunset.