The Ishak Paşa palace complex rests upon a desolate hill above Doğubeyazıt, and was once a part of the famed Silk Road. Its ornate blend of Seljuk, Persian, and Upper Mesopotamian architecture gives it a bit of a fairytale or mythical feel— and when the light is just right, it's easy to imagine silk and velvet robes swishing through the corridors lit by candles, scented with frankincense.
I could have spent all day here, letting my eyes trace the fine details of the stone carvings.
The walls of the palace kitchen are blackened with years of grease and smoke, and I wonder, what meals were prepared here? What were the smells that teased stomachs?