With our friend Jim visiting last week, we had the opportunity to visit a couple of spots that we’ve heretofore not seen, the standout being the open air museum called Zelve (zel-way). We got there only a half an hour before closing time, but it was long enough to convince us that we need to return and spend an entire afternoon as a homeschooling field trip. Within minutes of our entering the valley, we were slapping our foreheads and muttering, “What an injustice we’ve done to previous visitors by not getting them here. This is awesome like all of Cappadocia is awesome, but somehow it’s even better, bigger, more dramatic.”
Then we dropped all regrets and plowed down the next path. And the next one. And the one after that.
Part of Zelve’s appeal, outside of its visual impact, is that it was an inhabited town until 1952, at which point the goverment mandatorily evacuated the place (erosion and time cause collapses) and resettled its citizens a few kilometers away, in apartment complexes. I’m thinking those citizens suffered some serious culture shock with the transition from cave living to light switches.
Anyhow, it catches my fancy to think that we were tromping around a town that was full of open cooking fires, rugs for doors, communal sleeping spaces–all providing an unbroken connection to an ancient lifestyle–pretty much until Elvis hit the Ed Sullivan show.