Here I’ve told you about the beautiful coastline in the region Çesme, where I’ve been traveling to with Corendon, today I take you to the town of Alaçati. Love at first sight. For some reason I expected a different kind of town. Beautiful and authentic – but less vivid. Less artfully, artistic, chic. A nice colored door now and then and occassionaly a pink flower tree, but that each door is wonderful and that colorful flowers seem to roll from every rood, I did not even dare dreaming that. What a lovely place.
The first stroll was at night. In the evening we took a ride downtown and there, we walked and walked and walked and could not stop walking and looking and staring. What a stylish atmosphere. Historically with an artistic touch. Cobbled streets full of Eames design patio chairs, Oriental lamps and pillows and chic dine & wine without excessive feeling. Time has not stood still in that regard, nevertheless, Alaçati remains innocent and sincere. The mud-brick buildings exude a rich history and the thousands of flowers are amazing. Building new houses is prohibited. Thanks to that, one restaurant is even more beautiful than the other and I walk, almost creeping, through the low entrance gates into a art studio. Sometimes I just stand still for minutes, watching a carved and blue-painted door. I’m not getting enough of the Oriental lamps (we took a beautiful turquoise one home) and walk around here is a present. I feel a celebrity when I spend an evening in the exclusive Marrakech Beach Club, where I almost stumble over a lamborghini, but mostly I enjoy the simple strolls around this city, observing its beauty and occasionally plop on a pillow with a good glass of wine. I notice that there are few foreign tourists, English is not well spoken (and that makes me intensely happy) and I get noticed with my blonde hair.
On a quiet afternoon my curiosity brings us in Alaçati town again, this time in daylight. Now, the streets are almost empty and I taste the actual sheer beauty of this town. Charming. While I let myself get lost in the rough cobblestone alleys I feel its cultural and historical past, with mosques, stone houses and mills. These Greek architecture in combination with the charming streets, flowers falls and the windmills on the top of the hill makes Alaçati a wonderful destination with an unique atmosphere. Art is all around. Culture bomb. This city attracts a fair amount of enthusiastic artists, writers and painters. I can imagine….Even my hands start to itch and my writing pad burns in my bag. It bursts of inspiration here. Farmers and traders from all over the region head to Alaçati on Saturdays. The market turns out to be the biggest market in the area, and I would love to see with my own eyes. For hours I wander along stalls with the most wonderful people, the most delicious delicacies, the freshest fruit, regional herbs and the softest hammam towels. The market is changing the city in a food-festival. Extraordinary flavors and smells come you and the welcoming villagers are incredibly friendly. The smell of the market has haunted me home and even gets me a little homesick now and then. How I would love to do my weekly shopping at this place. Authentic, pure, fresh and delicious. I’m leaving the buzz of the market and take a last stroll to the empty streets. Rest is blowing in my face again and gives me a smile. She wraps an arm around me. Takes me back here for the last time to enjoy her quietness, something that I haven’t felt in ages. You don’t need to be at home to live in my heart, and Alaçati sure took her place.
We have filmed more than taking pictures. The travel film is all done and I will share it with you this week to take you once more to this raw pearl, but first, enjoy these flowery photos.