Now in Cappadocia. Staying in a cave hotel and savouring a new environment. Less humanly monumental than the big stuff in Istanbul, but redolent with nature's power.
We're doing the tourism thing here, with the guide and everything. Yesterday's dinner featured local dancers and musicians. Tailored to the tourist audience, but colourful and fun and exuberant. A different kind of beauty. It began, all too briefly, with four whirling dervishes doing their sufi stuff. Just a thinned-out taste of the real thing but still hypnotic and jarringly serious in an interesting way. Mak Ndak told Fafa to take pictures but she rightly replied she was content to be in the moment.
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