Photo Source: Unsplash Istanbul in the summer months is a place of sounds and smells. It has color, but it is the color of cut watermelons and the flash of silver fish in the detritus-strewn waters of the Bosporus. Water is a funny thing there. Like everything else, it lasts for only so long. We were told not to drink it straight from the faucet, so we purchased huge thick glass bottles in old, stained wicker baskets. In the summer, it would be barely days before the green moss would start...