
Then a steep hill awaits us. We keep walking up and chatting. This is a residential area. Both sides of the street lined up with mid size apartment buildings that were probably built in the 1970s. Each building has a name like Lale Apartmanı, Cevdet Koçer Apartmanı as if they were named represent the strength or personality of the property's owner.

Aygün meets us at a restaurant that Ayşegül wanted to try. It is a nicely, simply decorated restaurant with a pub feeling. Lots of nice looking ladies with expensive outfits having lunch. There is hardly any man in the whole place. Actually there was only one maybe two guys in the place. I suspect that this place have very small portions that are expensive. Eventually I find out that it is both.
I had the most expensive soup of my life in Nişantaşı. You, my friends will never know how much I paid for a cup of soup. Because it is an embarrassing amount.
My brother and Nevin came over to have dinner with us. Ayşegül and I decide that we can not afford to go out to dinner. We made fettuccine with marinara sauce and had a wonderful time laughing and reminiscing old times.
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