Tulips, tulips, tulips ...

Whenever I hear the word 'tulip' (as singular or plural) I always think of the late Kemal Sunal's catchphrase "Tulips, tulips, tulips, tulips, tulips, tulips ..." As the 7th annual Tulip festival drew near, I made plans to uphold my annual tradition of going to see the tulips on Emirgan woods.  But, on almost every weekend this April, be it because of the weather or something else, I was unable to go. 
This past weekend we eventually did go to see the tulips (in their dying days)
Winding in and out of stop-start trafficş we eventually arrived as the eevening was beginning to draw in.  My husband took charge of the buggy and my friend Poppy and I wandered behind, chatting along the way. 
We took some beautiful photos by the fountain before our stomachs called out for food.  As we made our way to the delicious wafts of food coming from the restaurant we paused amongst the flowers for more photos. A lot of the tulips were withered and battered, the camera lens was able to catch some great shots anyway.