Kayakoy, beautiful wooden furniture in a restaurant called Roots. It was closed when we walked by it on our way to the ghost town, since the owner was organizing a music festival and was quite frazzled when we met him.
Approaching a tea shop on a farm on the way from Ovacik to Faralya.
With more rustic furniture. We had delicious caj, served by a young woman as she was tending her one year old little girl who had just learnt to walk.
A pile of sticks......on the way to Faralya.
A disused beehive under a grapevine on the way to Faralya.
The "kush" at George's house in Faralaya, turned out to be our favourite way of sitting.Cabanas built on the rocks at Arktas beach.
Tree trunk cross sections used for a patio on the way to Kabak.
A shelter built into the mountainside at Kabak.