Ephesus, even the name evokes a place of beauty. The garden of our boutique hotel is lush; the roses in bloom, the cannas over six feet tall, clusters of grapes nod in the breeze. Gilbert, our hosts' cat is curled asleep on the chair next to me. The cicadas have finally ceased their nattering to allow the sun it's moment as it prepares to set behind the humps of the distant hills. After the hustle of Istanbul, the lazy village air of this place is soothing. I am not a city person, being happiest under the wide sky, drinking in fresh air, far from the crowds and the fumes of the big cities. The best things in life are for free, though, we will need our Visa to pay for the hotel.