Dolmus to Sirince

Walking through town today, looking for an ATM, I noticed a huge number of men, sitting at outdoor cafes with their chums, playing backgammon, cards or sipping coffee.  Where are the women?  Busy doing housework, I guess.

We caught a minibus(known as a dolmus)  to a small hilltop town, Sirince .  This is a pretty Orthodox village, famous for its wine .  We climbed (Doug striding, me huffing and puffing) up the rocky, narrow streets.  Ilkat, from the Nazar Hotel, suggested we eat at a lunch place called  Previn Truvey.  Miraculously, we found it.  An old woman was hanging out the window, calling” Previn, Previn”.  I thought she was saying “Come in, come in”.  But, actually, same difference!  We climbed up even more steps to her little garden restaurant, where she made us a potato/cheese pancake on an open fire.  That seemed to be the only thing on the menu.  Plus a glass of cherry wine.  It was good.