Word: cappadocia
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...EARLIEST CHURCHES in Cappadocia were built in the Iconoclastic period, when representational artwork was forbidden, and are decorated with giddy geometrical designs, all in red: interlocking triangles, spirals, and checker-boards. After the restoration of images in 842, wall painting became iconographic. Later churches are resplendent with brightly colored (the colors being derived from herbs, roots, and the like) frescoes of Byzantine heroes: St. George lancing the dragon, St. Christopher, and the Byzantine Emperor Constantine and his Empress, Helena...
...Zelve, Cappadocia, Turkey, July 23--I'm dangling my feet out of a window about a hundred feet above the ground. It opens into an enormous hole that might properly be called a cave, except that it is man-made--hewn out of the cliff-side by some eighth century hermits. My window probably served the original owners as a door: notches have been cut in the rock face leading up to it. But I came in the back way, and wandered through dark and clammy passageways that occasionally opened into dark and clammy rooms, until I saw a patch...
...CAPPADOCIA LIES IN the center of the Anatolian peninsula on a plateau bounded by Ankara, the Turkish capital, Kayseri, the one-time capital of Cappadocia, and Konya, home of the thirteenth century mystic Mevlani and his whirling dervishes. I came to Cappadocia by bus. The Turks probably have the best buses in the world--cheap, abundant, luxurious (plush seats, stewards, T.V., etc.). And fast, Perhaps too fast--Turkey has the highest per-vehicle accident rate in the world...
...next morning I caught a dolmus, or communal taxicab (the word literally means 'stuffed') as far as Nevshehir, the bustling center of Cappadocia, and decided to hitch to some of the clusters of rock dwellings--Zelve, Cavus In, Goreme, Ortahisar and others--scattered around the valley...
...Uchisar, Cappadocia, July 24--A darling kitten with a black nose is rubbing himself on my ankles as I write. I'm lunching in the kitchen of the local cafe. Not much of a kitchen really--it has only a sink, a gas kahve cooker [the so-called Turkish coffee which the Turks generally forego in favor of tea], and an impish and affectionate Turk to go with it, four cracked plaster walls, and a swarm of flies. But boy, am I happy. [The kitten with the black nose is now pulling at my sandal strap.] I came here absolutely...