Mosques were built not only by sultans, but also by their wives. Mihrimah has already built two - on the European and on the Asian side. Pretty, feminine, cozy, but nothing particularly surprised.
In the past, a Christian church, now it is a functioning mosque. Unlike others, here it breathes maternal warmth. On the way from the Hippodrome to this mosque, it was interesting to get lost in the district, where gray-haired wooden wrecks coexist with prestigious two-story villas.
For me, the view of this mosque from the Galata Bridge has become the main and most characteristic view of Istanbul. Not only because it was the first thing we saw every morning when leaving the hotel.
Metro in Istanbul, mostly elevated, in the form of trams. The branches belong to different owners who did not agree, so the transfers are not always convenient, and you always have to pay again.
Our map clearly says "Hippodrome" but doesn't really show exactly where to look for it. In search of a hippodrome, we walked three circles around Sultanahmet Square, and were already going to pester passers-by with questions.
The tower stands on the Asian side, right in the waters of the Bosphorus, not far from the coast. Nothing particularly significant happened in it, and it cannot be called architecturally beautiful either.