Today was a day of nostalgia, I have traveled from Izmir to Urla with public transport to pick up my fathers car from our country-side house. Driving from the regional road along the seaside was pleasant. Intermodality also worked fine for me, hopping from metro to bus then to another bus and finally to a taxi.
Here the pavements of Urla, some belong to trees, their ages. My feet felt never wisdom before…
