The Topkapi Palace is one of those places that You Just Have To See.
Yeah, whatever. It bored the arse off me. Seriously, it was the second most boring place I went to during my time in Istanbul (the Basilica Cistern wins first place).
If you get the Museum Pass card then a trip to the Topkapi is included and you might as well make the most of it. The views are stunning from the far end of it. But the rest of it? I just found it really dull. It is Ottoman architecture at its worst. If Donald Trump did sultan's palaces then it would look like the Topkapi.
There's not really anything to see in it. Most of the palace is just buildings that you are expected to be impressed by. I just found it, I don't know... Clumsy?
If you don't have a ticket then you can actually visit a lot of it for free. You can get through the outer courtyard right up to the inner gate without spending any money. OK, you'll get hassled by touts and idiots pretending to be guides but they are easy enough to ignore (if you've spent more than a day in Istanbul by this point then you will have developed that skill).
I'm not so much of a boor that I'd write the whole thing off, thought . There are a couple of parts that I really enjoyed.
It wasn't all moans.
Ancient church in the first courtyard with the most arsey guards you'll come across.
I hate modern museums. I don't want interactive exhibits. I don't want to push and pull, I don't want immersive displays, I don't want to learn through experimentation. I want to gawp at plundered artifacts in dusty glass cases with badly written explanatory cards. I want the raw material, I don't want the interpretation.
Why? Because it makes me ask that very question.
"Why?"
I don't like other people thinking for me, even when they might be archaeological experts. I want to come away wanting to figure things out.
The Archaeological Museum in the Topkapi is just like that. It is old school. And it is bursting at the seams with plundered stuff. If you were a Byzantine emperor, head of the most powerful and opulent realm on the planet, would you think for a moment that you would end up in here being gawked at by idiots with selfie-sticks? I bet that wasn't your last thought...
It makes me nostalgic, too. I think my love of history came from watching Ray Harryhausen movies and visiting the Kelvingrove Museum in Glasgow with my dad. The Archaeological Museum looks like it has not changed in decades. That's what makes it so great. There was a quiet corner on the top floor where a fully 1970's decorated room transported me back to my childhood for a moment. Maybe the museum was more about remembering my own history.
Outside is a small courtyard. In amongst the bushes are lumps of ancient Roman statuary. Heads and feet and capitals like a grumpy Titan had kicked over his play set. There is a little cafe here. Sit at a table in the late afternoon sunshine and have a Turkish coffee. The service is slow but it does not matter. It is sitting here that matters
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This is considered the second most sacred place in Islam. According to the guide book, anyway. The chamber holds Islam's holiest relics. I'm not going to show my ignorance or pretend to have any expertise by listing what they are. Because I don't know and other than lifting it straight from Wikipedia I would not know what I was talking about or the significance they hold for Muslims.
I ended up in the chamber by accident. I'm not a believer so I always feel like an intruder whenever I get caught up in anything religious. A fraud. So I tend to keep out the way but I'm also a nosey bastard and got caught up in the flow of people. Next thing I knew I was inside.
The Chamber of the Sacred Relics has a real feel to it of a place that you should not be. It is not the objects, it is the atmosphere generated by a crowd of people with total faith in them and their veracity that is so powerful.
I am not comfortable recommending this as a tourist sight because that is completely wrong. No matter what I think of religion, the devotion of other people is not a spectator sport. It's a moment of vulnerability. I don't really know how to put it other than it is an impactful experience.
(Photo credit, see here)