After an emotionally scarring cappuccino experience on our first morning in Istanbul, we have become converts to the genteel practice of drinking tea from a glass.

Our borek breakfast is accompanied by two cups of tea. Our pistachio-filled baklava is washed down by two cups of tea. A retail purchase is celebrated by the sharing of a glass of tea or two. Our lunch banquet is not complete without …. two cups of tea.

Tea drinking defines the Turkish day. We have discovered unlimited opportunities to drink tea, observe tea drinking and photograph tea drinkers.

Better let you go Scotty, time for a malt Efes or two.