Early morning rendezvous on Istiklal Caddesi. The church of St-Antoine is an odd presence, a quote of venetian architecture grafted into the heart of Istanbul, a piece of old Europe . We settle in the courtyard and play an acoustic rendition of Private Lily, recorded on video for a turkish website. Maybe this old song could resonate in the contemporary context of this huge country, its inner and outer brewing conflicts. For the whole time, a mysterious falcon-faced old man carrying a plastic bag stares at us. A couple of tourists stop by and clap, we feel like one of the hundred street bands who play on Istiklal every day.
Moriarty on tour: Istanbul 01.11.13
