Food and neighborhoods

We are eating a lot, and very well Sometimes we go to bars and restaurants to eat kebabs (there are many types, with different sauces, not the only one we have in Italy, and some of them are delicious), most of the time we eat in our house (from wich we have a nice view of Ataturk museum) where comes a frindly old woman who doesn't speak a word in english but cooks in a marvelleus way: she puts the yougurt sauce everywhere, but her food is so good, and so much, and also so typical!

Todey we got lost: we wanted to go to the older Ankara, where there is the museum of Anatolic civilisations, but we climbed the wrong hill, and we ended up walking in a poor neighborhood not extremely poor, like a bidonville, but very different from the new neighborhood which are appearing everywhere. And it was impressing to see the contrast between the little and precarious houses with kids playng outside and old cars parked and the new and arrogant skyscrapers just next to them: like two worlds which are one close to the other but which doesn't seem to have anything in common.