- What’s On
Azize Ethem recalls the fulfilment of a teenage dream– a longing to visit the ruineddesert city of Palmyra. Back home in Iznik, the lake plays host to its summer visitors: egrets and herons,kingfishers and ibis. Now it is time to make ready for the rigours of winter
During my winter stay in London my daughter, Sara,took me to a presentation by Prof. Bob Ousterhout of the photographs taken by John Henry Haynes in Palmyra in 1885. Sara guides me with much patience through tube stations and the intricacies of travelling through the city. Without her help I would have been a bundle of nerves when, and if,I’d arrived at the desired destination.The ruins of the city of Palmyra had been on my wish list since I was 14, when, visiting a friend for the weekend, we were given permission by her father to read any of thebooks in his library apart from those on thetop shelf. We managed in those two days toread two top-shelf books:The Scourge of the Swastika by Lord Russell of Liverpool, and The Wilder Shores of Love by Lesley Blanch.
After a road trip like no other, taking in many of the best of Turkey’s burgeoning wineries, Kevin Gould and the Cornucopia tasting panel raise a glass (or several) and recommend the best of an impressive bunch
Peter Alford Andrews and his late wife, Mügül, set out to catalogue the traditional yurt – the ultimate portable dwelling. It became their life’s work.
An exciting new spirit of creativity is flourishing in Yeldeğirmeni – once a place of windmills and construction workers. But will this vibrant neighbourhood of Kadiköy be able to maintain its delicate balance of old and new? Katie Nadworny reports. Photographs by Monica Fritz
Today a ghost town in the middle of nowhere, a thousand years ago Ani was a bustling commercial city where East and West converged. By Robert Ousterhout. Photographs by Brian McKee
No wonder Aphrodisias was the Emperor Augustus’s favourite city in Asia. Famed for its exquisite sculpture and unsullied surroundings, for Patricia Daunt it is the most beautiful site in the classical world
In a chilly spring the apricot trees of Cappadocia were frothing with white blossom. By early summer the boughs would be heavy with fruit, to be eaten fresh from the branch, dried in the sun – or made into conserves like bottled sunshine for the cold winter months.