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We set off north from Bodrum |
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As we entered were met first by storks, and later when we strolling round the city we frequently saw them perched on the chimneys of old Milas houses and ancient ruins. In Milas three colourful
houses first caught attention. The traditional wooden houses of Milas are hidden in narrow labyrinthine streets in the heart of the city. Most of the two storey houses are derelict, and stand arm in arm with their neighbours, attempting to keep their balance. They date from the 19th century and were evidently once grand establishments belonging to prosperous families. Some have bay windows, and others jettied upper storeys to catch the maximum amount of sun, light; and breezes. They all have distinctive chimneys and decorations over the windows and on the doors. Some of them are painted blue or yellow with colourful decoration, but the original bright blue has faded, lending the houses the same wistful air that we saw in the eyes of an elderly woman, the last inhabitant of one of the loveliest old houses which we saw in the marketplace. |
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