Mugla Old Town ...

We walked uphill, away from the new mosque and the carpet shops - 

We left behind the berbers, drowsing in their tiny salons, the waiters, deftly placing teardrops of chai before languid idlers - 

Soon we were in the Old Town - 

Mysterious doors guarded fragrant courtyards - 

White walls cast deep shadows in mazey alleyways - 

Stone houses kept safe the stories of families - 

An old lady toiled upwards, leaning upon her stick - 

Her smile was as fresh as spring flowers -

A fragile minaret touched the bright sky -

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Monday 23 May 2016

Mugla

Turkey