Istanbul & Izmir
My dad lived in the decommissioned (and crumbling) Persian embassy in Izmir as a kid—he and his five brothers shared the ballroom as a bedroom. (They set up a badminton net across the whole thing.) We went to Izmir to find it—they've restructured the waterfront and there's a high rise there now. The shopkeeper on the ground floor let us take a photo in front of his hair salon, and my dad tried to explain in Turkish that he lived there when he was small—I think “I'm looking for a dwarf” is what came across in the end.
Some of my photos:
