fresh bread and Turkish tea in the garden of the guesthouse where I'm
staying. The place is part of the Iznik tile foundation, and they have
a cottage industry on-site which churns out beautiful ceramics in
blues, greens and oranges. I spent much of the morning with my feet up
in a gazebo in their sculpture garden, intermittently stretching the
aching quads.
This afternoon I attempted to take a look inside the aya sofya church
here, built not to house the first ecumenical council (the one for the
creed) but the seventh, which still dates it to sometime in the sixth
century. Unfortunately it was closed for renovation, so I wandered
around, browsing through some tiled mosques and the wreckage of
classical civilzation littered about the town.
As I said, a slow one.
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