The myth is that if you drink from the fountain in this historical mosque -over 400 years old- you will visit this town again. I did not drink neither my mom, but my mom came here three times already. The mosque's garden is famous for the pigeons, which you can feed (you need to buy the feed from the shoe-shine-man at the corner. It is rainy again. My jacket is getting small. Today grandma left. I have learned to respond to 'kus', Turkish for bird. I do not respond to 'birdie'. There are lots of swallows in the little town we stay. We watch them every evening while walking to the restaurant for dinner and coming back. There are also lots of feral dogs and cats on the streets. People also take their cows to the outer skirts of the town for grazing in the morning and in the evening. So, it is like a little zoo for me. By the way, I like the sound of a tractor. There are lots of them here on the streets going and coming from the villages nearby.
No comments:
Post a Comment