In a district spread across both banks of the Yeşilırmak, right in the middle of the plain, being indecisive isn't really your fault — life here moves like the river, flowing but never in a hurry. Hazelnut orchards stretch to the horizon, the market turns at its own pace, and the smell of bread from the bakeries makes its own case. Walk along the river, wander the market, or sit down and stretch the evening out? All three work. Let the dice pick which one, and you focus on the table.