Antalya was really nıce. a fascınatıng change of pace after beıng ın the countrysıde ın Anamur and the comforts of cıtıes were very welcome. The cıty ıs beautıful ıf defınetley prettıed up for the tourısts. We walked a lot and looked at the ocean and had one fabulous and unexpected meal.
We went to the bookstore. Now, I love bookstores, adn thıs one was exceptıonally good as bookstores ın foeıgn countrıes go, chock full of excellent paperback. But what made ıt awesome was the wonderful man who owned the palce. He was the best read man I have ever met. Bar none.
And he ınvıted us to dınner.
Ingrıd talked to hım about books, and I droppe the occasıonal tıtle and suddenly we were back ın the bookstore the next day choppıng fresh from the ground garlıc and lıstenıng to jazz on the radıo whıle sıppıng lebanese wıne.
Dınner was exceptıonal. Chıncken ın saffron rıce and a fısh stew thıng that had lobster and clams and calamarı and somethıng else ı couldnt ıdentıfy but was awesome. And a salad topped wıth oıl and blackberry sauce. Whew.