As we are nearing it we spot a Turkish lady across the road sitting at a table crocheting bracelets for the tourists who come to visit the ghost village. We wave over and say good morning as everyone does here and she answers back,"You're the Scottish people with white car staying at Mustafa's villa!" Its not really a question but more of a statement. It seems that in this small place everyone knows who you are. She beckons us over and I know I'm going to be buying a bracelet.
She now owns the nearby shop, two cows in the field behind our villa and the nearest villa to us and she proceeds to tell us all about how lovely it is and what website to find it on if we want to return next year. She was really very nice but I did walk away having purchased two bracelets from her.
In the following days when Jim goes to the village for bread in the morning or a shave at the barbers he often hears "Jim" shouted across to him, it's our friend the bracelet maker and villa entrepreneur, making us feel at home here.
|morning view from the blue butterfly.|
The Blue butterfly is run by a Moroccan man and his Turkish wife. When I say restaurant it's more like a covered garden attached to a house which is what we like about it,home cooking.
I just knew the food would be good and I was right, breakfast was amazing and enormous. Fried eggs,toast and cheese,goats cheese (3 kinds) olives,sausage,cheese pastries,two types of honey and jam and lots of home made bread. All cooked freshly as we chatted to the owner.
|Restaurant is actually within ruins of ghost village|
|breakfast table heaving with food.|
We were greeted by three little Jack Russell dogs, a mum and her pups and immediately my resolve not to have another dog has been broken and I would have taken either of the pups home with me without hesitation.
Our starter of mezes which means mixed dishes was wonderful and slightly different from usual.There were two aubergine dishes which I love, a carrot dish and garlic dip along with cheese pastries and more bread. My main course was kofta meatballs, full of flavour and hubby had steak with blue cheese sauce. A bottle of wine and a chat with the owners rounded off the evening. This is the part about Turkey we love, chatting to people and finding out about different cultures and ways of living. We would have paid at least twice as much for a meal like this in the UK.
|Walk through village in the evening|
|A renovation project? Perhaps we could live here after all.|
|Very hard to get a photo,they wouldn't stay still.|
I realise that nearly all of this post has been about food so I promise to do better next week when I continue my Turkey Diaries.