A short way past the high street, two of the village women sat together on a sagging blue sofa and a stolen bench.
“Fotograf?” You ask, holding up the camera.
One of them nods and beckons you forward. The other ducks out of the frame.
You take a shot and show her the image. She dismisses it with a wave and gets up to pose.
Turkey– I’ve always wanted to visit there– so thanks for taking us along…
I love the pose!