The travertine terraces in Pamukkale are a remarkable sight. Water flows everywhere, depositing calcium as it has for millennia. The hillside is so white that it hurts yours eyes in the midday sun.
Dozens of pools, an unnatural shade of blue, sit flat and still – well, until they’re disturbed by eastern European women in bikinis having glamour shots taken by their long-suffering boyfriends, at least.
It’s an interesting sort of a place.