The ancient theatre, rock-cut tombs, the long market street. Someone who knows the town leads the walk not a guide with a microphone, but a local who understands the layers.
Rock tombs carved high into the cliff face, a Roman theatre still intact below. Myra was one of the great cities of Lycia a short drive inland, best visited before the heat.
Visibility reaches forty metres on good days. Canyon walls, caves and an underwater museum with hundreds of Lycian replicas on the seabed. We arrange it for every level.
A strip of turquoise between two rock walls, reached by a staircase from the road above or suddenly from the sea. We stop when the conditions are right. Most days, they are.
The church of St. Nicholas — the original Santa Claus — still stands in Demre, a short drive from the coast. The story behind it is quieter and stranger than expected.
Eighteen kilometres of sand backed by dunes, with an ancient city at one end and nothing at the other. Rarely crowded, even in high season. Not a beach you leave early.
When the day visitors leave and the lights come on, the ruins take on a different character. A night visit here is one of those things people remember years later.
The ancient theatre in Kaş faces west, straight over the water toward Meis. No tickets, no guards just stone seats and the sky. We time the visit for the last hour of light.
A short section of the Lycian Way enough to feel the altitude and see the coast from above. We choose the stretch by season. The walk takes a few hours. The view stays longer.