Standing on the shores of the Bosphorus, after reading My Name is Red, evokes a sense of being suspended between worlds, much like the characters caught between tradition and modernity. The constant flow of the water mirrors the ceaseless movement of ideas and influences that permeate the novel, where East and West, faith and reason, artistic convention and individual expression collide. The play of light on the water, shifting with the time of day and the changing weather, might remind visitors of the elusive nature of truth and perception, as each character in the book sees the world through their own unique and often distorting lens. Even the calls of the seabirds seem to echo the cries of the miniaturists, struggling to define their place in a world undergoing profound transformation, making the Bosphorus not just a geographical boundary, but a tangible representation of the tensions at the heart of the story.