I think the consumption dose of nightlife in Caferağa is less than the other (European) side. By consumption, I mean the number of people taking part. Dancing venues are limited, the spaces for conversation are varied and wide, and the dialogue that ensues is more than just a way of expressing oneself. Neighborhood nights are anticipatable, but that doesn't mean that they don't surprise you; you may encounter different modes of a person you know. The sense of security offered by the neighborhood has as much to do with this as the fact that alcohol can reveal things like litmus paper. It’s the night, it’s sincere. With someone you chat with during the day, the topics remain within a framework, but at night there are no boundaries.
We're going out one night in the neighborhood. It's a Friday.
We are on the neighborhood tour
It’s 4:00 p.m.
The starting point is Moda shore. Because a good day starts with a walk.
The first order is in Naga Putrika: Breakfast and tea. Simple things.
Coffee at Tribu Caffe is the point of conversation on the go because it's Moda's local.
What we saw in the neighborhood on the way from Aida Restaurant to the Fahri Konsolos
Our destination for dinner is Aida Restaurant. The intimate design here is the coaster for a good night out.
As I was leaving Aida and heading to the shop, I saw Bilge Han, who had painted the pictures and made the medicine cabinet in Fahri, and we talked about our project to make a new wooden cabinet.
A little later, we met at the Fahri Konsolos, me behind the bar, you in front of it, because it is time to have fun. Souljazz Orchestra - Kapital is playing in the background.
The next stop is Arkaoda. It's time to dance.
Good things happen in this neighborhood after 2:00 a.m.
Everywhere is closed, leaving only Kimyon for a snack, unfortunately. Because it gives me nightmares every time as if there is something esoteric about their food.
I'm on my way home now, through Şifa Street. Because I never get tired of seeing that gigantic cactus.
I get the notification before I close my eyes: Are you asleep? If I reply, I'm on my way to a house with a broken doorbell, to a house party.