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Open door in Turkey...

Having just returned from a few days' work in Ankara, 

still with the scent of Turkey in my hair and heart, 

I feel so grateful to have been given yet another

opportunity to experience the wonderful, 

extraordinary Turkish hospitality...

Ankara is a big, bustling city, 

with all the exotic sounds and smells of a capital far away from home.

A city of contrasts, where the ultra-modern shopping centres, 

their Starbucks coffee shops and trendy fashion boutiques rub shoulders with 

very different areas, areas with corrugated iron roofs, 

horse-pulled carts and very basic dwellings.

This could easily turn in to a multi-page postcard from Turkey, 

with passionate anecdotes about a people and a place I am so fond of...

But I will try to keep it short.

Instead, I will let the photos speak for themselves,

the following eight from my favourite part of Ankara,

the Kale (old castle) area - the Old Town.

Doors, doors, glorious doors...!

Will I surprise anyone if I reveal that one or two of the old wooden 

bowls ended up in a certain Swenglish suitcase...?

(Inside Kocatepe Mosque, downtown. 

Kocatepe Mosque can be seen in the second photo in this blog post.)

Just like this fluffy, four-legged friend I met on my stroll around the old town,

I find myself purring... inspired, grateful, re-energized.

Thank you, Turkey!

And thank you, dear readers, for visiting my blog and leaving kind comments, 

despite my being so invisible on yours lately. I hope to come and see you soon...