The rules say no more than 100 balloons may be in the air at once. At some moments, it feels as if all 100 intend to occupy the same position simultaneously. Then the miracle of maneuverability steps in, and one balloon suddenly rises to the left while the other dips to the right, both curtsy, the basket-dwellers sigh in unison, and the light fantastic passes on to the next elevation.
(We did, however, take the top branches off a perfectly innocent olive tree. See if you can find the photo depicting our pilot’s concentration as he tried to pull us up before we made our own tapenade, always a great favorite at the Turkish lunch table.)