Breakfast is an array of cheeses and fruit laid out in the dining room.
We both still have colds. For me it muddies the thinking and reduces the energy. Sitting and lying down have a lot of attraction.
Phoebe was talking to the hotel owner who refused to sell to a developer who bought up all the nearby houses. The developer has knocked them down and is building multi syory apartment blocks.
Last night we went and watched the Whirling Dervishers. They were once a powerful local force but were disempowered when Attaturk drove a secular Turkey. As I read it, the government still has a tight rein on them. The government supplies and maintains the building where they "perform".
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