Beşiktaş at 6pm on a Sunday

<p>We stepped onto Dolmabah&ccedil;e Cd. and found ourselves carried along in the rush of black and white. The men were in their uniform of blue jeans and black jackets, but this time they had bottles in their hands and their team&rsquo;s scarf around their necks.</p> <p>The throng flowed towards the stadium in a kind of rhythmic unison; the drumbeats made by the older woman sitting on the sidewalk with an upturned bowl provided the beat to which it felt that our heartbeats synced. We formed part of the group, adding our forward momentum to theirs.</p> <p>To our left was Dolmabah&ccedil;e Palace, that old administrative hub of the Ottoman Empire, replete with high walls, ornamental palace doors and fascinating architectural elements that whisper of palatial intrigue and hidden histories.&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@daniellanasya/be%C5%9Fikta%C5%9F-at-6pm-on-a-monday-c2eaa2b312f9"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>