This is me in front of the English Tower. It was clearly a windy day in Bodrum.
The tower was totally intact. This was a little inlet to sit and do whatever castle-dwellers did. Polish their chain mail? Drink their ale? Give orders to capture the enemy? The stained glass was original. Amazing.
These things had been placed inside to recreate what it might have looked like. I just kept thinking of Narnia. And of my kids. And of how I just have to bring them here.