My friend Lois has been coming to Turkey for more than 25 years. She’s in her 80s now and is as outrageous as ever. In her heyday she was a champion swimmer and better looking than Ester Williams; today she’s still a fine-boned beauty. Lo is a California-Dreaming-Hippy-Flower-Girl who used to wander the world partying the nights and days away. These days she prefers to hide away in her charming little village house at the other end of Okçular. The partying is less frequent and frantic but the vino-collapso still flows whenever the opportunity arises.
Anyway, Lo has been doing a bit of cleaning out of some of the bric-a-brac from her years here; giving away this and that to anyone who’ll take stuff. To my delight she remembered that I had always admired a work of art by three of the greatest philosophers of all time, Socrates, Sartre and Sinatra, that she kept above her kitchen door. Today that work of profound philosophical significance occupies a similar place of honour above my kitchen door – there for every visitor to my home to reflect upon. Here’s a photo so that you can reflect too.
Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü