Because at Atatürk Airport, there were some Greek "Atlas" planes, beside the landing position of turkish airlines.
But then I remembered the environment of Atatürk Airport.
At passport control I waited a long time. 1 elder and 3 younger Iranian women were beside me. The 3 younger ones started to wear their headscarf in a manner, that some of their hairs were looking out, because they had seen a Turkish woman, who weared her headscarf in the same way.
Now I realized fully, that I was in Istanbul.
... to be continued ...
Istanbul is like it was last year, all the little shops, live on street even in hot high noon.
Mosques are open. During Ramadan mosque calls more often for prayer as during the rest of year.
I've seen many new stores here: