Skip navigation

Tag Archives: nature

ball

mom, kid, puppies

Mom, kid and puppies in a lazy sunny Sunday afternoon…

m

yellow      pink

photo friday

green walk

morning

Another sunny day in Brussels.

sisler bulvari

It’s wet up here in the hills of Istanbul. Dreamy weather these days.

view

Another weekend is over. It was not a special one. Really dark, gray. I did not enjoy it!

urlada

These are the pavements that my feet love…

sirince

Almost disconnected from the world in Sirince.

This pretty old Orthodox village, 12 km away from Ephesus and 30 km from Kusadasi, was once Cirkince (“ugly”). Indeed its habitants gave this name on purpose as they did not want to be bothered by foreigners nor to share the beauty of their village.

Still after years, visitors understood that the village was not ugly at all and called it Sirince (“pretty”). As the village is located on the top of a mountain, anyone will enjoy the impressive wine yards’ and peach trees’ views on his way.

Today the village is a perfect synthesis of Turk-Greek culture as of the 1920′s: after the Independence War, people exchange between Greek and Turks has occurred and all those typical Greek houses, though they kept their original outside characteristics, have received the local layout inside. The most beautiful specimens are open to visitors. And even in the courtyard of one of them, one will discover a nicely restorated Orthodox church.

All the narrow streets of the village belong to the women, selling handcrafts of all kinds, olive oil. Another attraction of Sirince is its wine: try its taste in small cafés or in the former municipal school restorated.

Though Sirince Village is developing its tourism very quickly, it has been able to preserve its authenticity and the meaning of its name.

Source: http://www.ephesus.us/ephesus/sirince.htm

photo friday

years

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…

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 104 other followers