The excellent ampitheatre in Pammukkale

 

What remains of the old thermal bath. I could not make myself get into the soup. Too many people.

 

Wading in the supposedly health-promoting pools. Dad, in the background (MIB) prouldy smiles as I take a picture of his daughter, my charming guide.

 

Impressive ruins to wander through.

 

The famous white cliffs of Pammukkale. Bare feet only, although some clods continue to wear shoes and this contribute to the deterioration of this fabulous sight. Even my young guide remembers these cliff as whiter than they are now.

 

You can clearly read the name of the god Apollo on one of these stones I found in the ruins.

 

All that glitters is definitely gold. Part of the exhibit of the small local museum

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