We passed a mosque, built in the 14th Century - I saw a rack of shoes and sandals outside its entrance - the crumbling minaret rose above dark cypresses -
Jane sketched the silent labyrinth - we made our way downwards to the new town, past tiny shops - old men sipped chai - caged birds sang -
We saw a remembrance feast being prepared - three men played wild lamenting music -
In the museum, we saw the brutal memorials of gladiators - one was called Khrysopteros -
Later we met up with Jane and feasted upon lentil soup -
I remembered seeing the carving of a serene face -
Mugla Old Town
2.00
May 18 2014
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