Two thirds of the way from the autumn equinox to the winter solstice but no one seems to have informed the flowers or whoever is in charge of the temperature. Seventeen degrees when we wake up at about seven o’clock and a predicted high of 27.
We take the dolmuș over to see Doğan as we have some papers to collect. He’s busy, as always, this time involved in the formation of a new political party. Interestingly no current members of parliament are permitted to apply. No doubt we will eventually hear more, hindered somewhat by our inability to read Turkish and follow the party’s fortunes in the local press.
Everywhere we go there are flowers. Pass this trumpetbush on the way to Doğan’s office, round the corner and up the hill from Dima. Dima is a useful stopping spot on a dolmuș trip. Not nearly as useful as it once was, though. Once upon a time it had reliably good specials on wine. Now no better than our local grocery store and not as good as Șokmar. Suppose it’s good to know that going farther doesn’t mean better deals - just farther to carry them.
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