After the House of the Virgin Mary, we had a fast hour for lunch in the little town of Selcuk (which should have a little hook under the c, and make a 'ch'-sound, but I don't know how to do that with blogger).  I suspect Selcuk is really just a much, much later incarnation of Ephesus.  Today, it's a pleasant little town, not quite as much a Florida-transplant as Kusadasi. 

We wandered through, finding the traveler's delights (ATMs and things to buy and eat).  About half of us chose to have lunch outdoors at the covered tables of Wallabies, where the owner boasted that his family made the food, based on tribal recipes we wouldn't find anywhere else.  OK!


He showed us the food in the window,

seated us...

brought the menus...

and then the food...


Good stuff, though poor Fred had little he could eat...

Jenine was happier.

Most of us were...


On our way out, we passed through arches covered with honeysuckle, almost like hillsides back in the Bootheel...

Waiting on the bus, which could only pause briefly at the busy intersection (and had to come round 3 times...), we saw the numerous storks nesting on pillars...



and one of those famous things.  Not sure if this is the fort, or the ruined basilica, built over the tomb of St. John...

In any case, daily life goes on.  This impatient, conservative woman's ride finally showed up, after she yelled at a taxi and a few others....

later, bob