You've come to Bafra, eaten your pide, and now you're stuck on 'what now' — that's normal, the plain is wide and the options are scattered. On one side, the delta where the Kızılırmak meets the sea, birdsong, flat land stretching to nowhere; on the other, the market's familiar bustle. Nature or downtown — leave it up to yourself and you'll still be deciding by evening. Don't. Let a six-sided referee call it: delta if it says delta, market if it says market.