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After one of my fun, funky enjoyable twist and turn drives we arrived at the top of the mountain a village where Anatolian Greeks lived until 1923. This ghost town is preserved as a museum village, with hundreds of rundown, but mostly intact Greek-style houses. There are several churches to visit, but I have to admit when you hit the wall, and mine happened to be the wall of the first church, you stop.  The ground was soaked from a rain the night before and the stones were not for my dainty shoes and wobbly ankles and knees.  I opted out for the climb, but it was just as fulfilling to stand at full attention and imagine life in this town. I could imagine, hear and smell activities of the 2,000 people going about their daily chores, children running and squealing in delight, women mending, tending animals, carrying for gardens, and men carrying on the needs of the family and village. This was a happy place for the most part and still it remains to tempt your visit.

There is a small active village below and I have included their camels and pomegranate trees for Barbara,

The inside of the old church is still beautiful.

Loaded pomegranate tree for Barbara.