OK, so I’m back home now— and officially married. She said “yes” (*phew!*) and was then nice enough to humour me during some of my underground related antics during the week-long honeymoon in Istanbul. For eg: having to tag along with me as I entered just about every lighting store we came across to find a 24″ portable flourescent unit. I look forward to being able to use it to light my shots, but I know it’s going to be a real pain to have to bring around with me. I might have to get Teri back underground to help me carry it.
And of course, with a week to spend wandering the streets of Istanbul, I inevitably began to wonder about its sewer system- especially in and around the older parts of the city. The manhole covers would often have ventilation holes large enough to be able look down through the shaft without having to crouch down. I was never able to see anything that looked larger than a couple of feet in diameter, though. (Side note: some of the covers have “kanalizasyon” stamped on them- the turkish word for sewer, obviously derived from the french term “canalisation”) I rarely heard, saw or smelled any significant amount of wastewater flowing through anything. I’m sure there are good things to be found. I’m just too used to Montreal. I guess my sewersense needs to become more refined for it to work in Europe.
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