Woke up at our closed market site to find that the one place that was still functioning was a wood-fired bakery. Went over to buy a loaf of bread, found they were in the process of pulling bread out of the oven, so bought two — one for lunch, and one to have hot for breakfast. Yum! As we departed, we noticed that another bake was under way!
We drove southwards to Bergama (old Pergamon), on the way noticing women working the fields, and men taking trailer-loads of women to the fields behind their ubiquitous tractors!
Unusual — usually it's the women doing the clean-up!
Could he load any more on the trailer?
Little stalls pop up everywhere!
Olive groves and orchards are a feature in Turkey too!
At Bergama, we went out to the Asklepieion, the remains of a major health centre, dating back to the 9th century BC (although most of what is visible today dates to the period of the Roman emperors Hadrianus (117-138 AD) and his successor, Antonius Pius (138-161 AD). The place was dedicated to Asklepios, the god of medicine and the healing sciences — and whose symbol was the snake. You can see the Acropolis clearly from here —we'll be visiting it tomorrow.
The inevitable tourist stalls at the car park!
The Acropolis seen from the Asklepeion
General view of the Asklepeion
Looks like they gave up on this jigsaw puzzle!
The 'long tunnel', between the sacred spring and the treatment complex
The theatre, a later Roman addition
A tour group in the shade of a tree, a respite from the heat
Our van had the same idea in the car park! ...
... but the old dear on the hill had no such luxury!
After our time wandering the Asklepieion, we adjourned to Camping Bergama, a well-run campsite on the outskirts of town, behind a large and well-frequented restaurant. We met up with our new friends Carol and David again — it's a small world!
Distance driven — today, 52 miles ( 83 km ); to date, 20,463 miles ( 32,932 km )
Old, Old, Old. it is a bit sad all of it, I think. Glad Gertie had the sense to find a good sized tree.They sure are entrepreneurial those people fighting for a living. So the women work the fields. What do the men do? Love ya. and that bread looked wonderful. Cathy
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