On this sunny, spring Easter Sunday in Izmir, Turkey, an exploration of the site of The Seven Sleepers was in order.
|Oh you have a Turkish face. And you speak some Turkish words. Are your parents from Turkey? Are you married? You are really from America? Not Turkish?|
|Tractor traffic in the right lane only.|
|Windy road of death with stick-trees to distract you from the fact that you are probably about to die.|
|Local resident man trapped by weird American girl with camera.|
|It's the best smile he can do.|
|Crafting flower crowns.|