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.
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.