Almost missed the first glimpse of the Maiden’s Tower because my parents were still arguing about whose scarf was warmer, but the staff kindly waited a moment before moving us from the entrance to our table. The transfer from our hotel was smooth and warm, which my mother appreciated in the cold wind. Dinner was better than expected; the stuffed grape leaves and the hot pastry disappeared quickly from our plates. The real surprise was how quiet it felt for a minute when the whirling dervish started, even though there was a DJ and dancers earlier. Watching the Bosphorus bridges lit up while my father slowly sipped his tea felt strangely calm. Only small issue: service became a bit slow near the end when everyone ordered drinks at once, but for us it was not a big problem as we were just enjoying the night view.