I realized I'd never explored my hometown the way I'd explored Istanbul. I'd never given it the chances I'd gave to Istanbul. Though I greatly admire it, I'd never been open to its possibilities. Every magnificent spot in Istanbul reminded me of something about Cairo. So this is where I'm going next.
You know," remarked my young son-in-law Harry to the rest of us one day as we gazed appreciatively upon the neat and symmetrical displays of brightly colored candies in yet another notable Istanbul shop window, "Maybe we shouldn't be saying that Istanbul is just like Paris. Maybe we should be saying that Paris is just like Istanbul."