I have never visited Istambul myself. But I have heard alot from my husband who lived there for a short period of time, and of course I have read so much about it ever since I was a young girl at school in Greece.
The shapes I was drawing in this little one,made me think of Istanbul as if I was remembering it, but since I wasn't really I called it :'Literary memories of Istanbul'.
Then I thought, how fascinating that we can have 'literary memories' of a place that are almost as real as if we had actual memories. Think for instance of New York. Don't we all more or less have 'literary memories' of that wonderful city even if we have never seet a foot there?