In this garden, where time stands still, and the monstrous machine that is Istanbul hides further down the valley.
In this small, green paradise a person may become lost in thoughts of things other than…bustle, noise, confusion, haste, pollution, clamour and stress.
In this place soft, green, beauty pervades the air and the scent of nature’s perfume relaxes the senses and lulls and eases the busy brain.
Here, behind the fortress, above the mighty Bosporus one can listen to the sounds of peace and contentment.
In such a place; in such a garden, the love and grace of God himself may settle quietly in the human heart.