Our hotel is in the old city, just a few hundred metres from the Blue Mosque. From the terrace of the rooftop restaurant, we looked straight down at the floodlight mosque on a velvet night under a full moon, with the Bosphorus beyond and the lights of the new town in the distance on the other side of the river.
Just after I took this photo, the muzzein started the late evening call to prayer, and the call was taken up by another over to the left. The two voices interwove, complemented and improvised off each other in way that raises the hairs on your arms and back of your neck.