{"id":192,"date":"2025-11-11T12:18:30","date_gmt":"2025-11-11T12:18:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/?p=192"},"modified":"2025-11-11T12:21:18","modified_gmt":"2025-11-11T12:21:18","slug":"from-bazaar-to-bay-falling-for-izmir-in-72-hours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/index.php\/2025\/11\/11\/from-bazaar-to-bay-falling-for-izmir-in-72-hours\/","title":{"rendered":"From bazaar to bay, falling for Izmir in 72 hours"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   When I first decided to visit Izmir, I honestly imagined a quiet coastal town with palm trees and sea breeze. But when I arrived, I was shocked to discover that Izmir is actually the third-largest city in Turkey, huge, lively, and full of energy. I came here mainly to visit my friends, but these three days turned into an unforgettable adventure filled with sunshine, flavors, and laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1-682x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-201\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1-682x1024.png 682w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1-1024x1536.png 1024w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-4-1.png 1333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>November 7 &#8211; First impressions<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   The day began with a peaceful morning walk to the bus station in Mu\u011fla, bathed in golden sunlight. The small bus to Izmir rocked me gently into one of those perfect travel naps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   Once in the city, we dove straight into the chaos and colors of Kemeralt\u0131 Bazaar. Narrow alleys bursting with life, the smell of spices and sweets in the air. I could have wandered there for hours. I tried <a href=\"https:\/\/yandex.com.tr\/maps\/org\/sut_cicegi\/10713927481\/?ll=27.144833%2C38.434418&amp;z=15\"><strong>s\u00fct \u00e7i\u00e7e\u011f<\/strong>i<\/a>, a soft milk dessert that melted in my mouth like a sweet cloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   With a take-away coffee from <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/pabloartisancoffee\/\">Pablo Cafe<\/a><\/strong>, we strolled toward the Izmir Clock Tower, surrounded by charming old streets and busy locals. Later, we made our way to Asans\u00f6r, the historic elevator that carried us to a breathtaking viewpoint over the city. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we wandered along Kordon Alsancak, the seaside promenade glowing in sunset colors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dinner brought a brave culinary moment. I tasted kokore\u00e7, the famous Turkish street food made from intestines. One bite was enough, but honestly, it wasn\u2019t as scary as I thought! To sweeten the evening, we ended with warm, syrupy soaked baklava. Pure heaven.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1-682x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-193\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1-682x1024.png 682w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1-1024x1536.png 1024w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-1-1.png 1333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>November 8 &#8211; Sun, sea and making friends<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   The morning began with a cozy breakfast and Turkish tea, lovingly prepared by our friend Tibo. Then we set off toward the coast, hoping to spot flamingos near Konak. The weather was perfect, bright blue skies, sunshine, and calm waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   We stopped for a flat white at<strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/cariboucoffee\/\">Caribou Coffee<\/a><\/strong>, enjoying the view of ships gliding across the bay. Later, we took a ferry ride, my favorite kind of city escape. With music in my ears and wind in my hair, I felt completely at peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   In Bostanl\u0131, we found the most delicious <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/jungleburgerr\/\">Jungle Burgers<\/a><\/strong>, juicy, flavorful, and perfectly cooked. The Korean-style one was unforgettable. After a long seaside walk, we reached the flamingo viewpoint, though only a few birds greeted us this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   The afternoon melted into evening as we explored Kar\u015f\u0131yaka, full of local shops and lively streets. We finished the day celebrating a Turkish friend\u2019s birthday and trying the famous lotus Izmir bomb from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/celebiunlumamullerii\/\"><strong>\u00c7elebi Unlu Mamuller<\/strong><\/a>. A rich, chocolatey dream, the sweetest ending possible.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2-682x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-195\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2-682x1024.png 682w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2-1024x1536.png 1024w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-2-2.png 1333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>November 9 &#8211; Goodbye beautiful Izmir<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   Our last day was calm and slow. We started with breakfast in Buca, eating fresh simit and pastries from a tiny local bakery. The morning continued with a gentle walk through a park lined with tall palm trees, sipping milky flat whites while watching the world wake up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   In the afternoon, we climbed up to an ancient castle <a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/maps\/place\/Mount+Kadifekale\/@38.4,27.15,3a,85.3y,90t\/data=!3m8!1e2!3m6!1sCIHM0ogKEICAgID20pPqxgE!2e10!3e12!6shttps:%2F%2Flh3.googleusercontent.com%2Fgps-cs-s%2FAG0ilSxGAkIu6loO3IFi5owmCM7NFTk_kfOGByAQzkOPeVSzRMDt6KDcaLer3qfC6XHH53ESyGMn567O-kXGKlbOs0CmidcbhtBvERsomXrqSCFjTqOLvgZRTGCH4NWlv3v8eN84w-Epcw%3Dw112-h86-k-no!7i800!8i612!4m11!1m2!2m1!1sKadifekale!3m7!1s0x14bbd8c789d86b09:0x51c5a235ddbedaf!8m2!3d38.4143764!4d27.145827!10e5!15sCgpLYWRpZmVrYWxlkgEEcGVha-ABAA!16s%2Fm%2F028044z?entry=ttu&amp;g_ep=EgoyMDI1MTEwNS4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D\"><strong>Kadifekale<\/strong><\/a>, where the ruins opened up to a magnificent view of the city. The clear blue sky made it one of the most memorable sights of the trip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   Later, we even hitched a ride with a kind Turkish man who took us to a <a href=\"https:\/\/streetartcities.com\/cities\/izmir\"><strong>hidden, artistic neighborhood<\/strong><\/a>. It was a place of underground caf\u00e9s, colorful graffiti, and quiet stories behind metal doors. It felt like discovering another, secret side of Izmir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">   As the sun slowly faded, we said our goodbyes to Tibo, Iris, and the rest of our friends.<br>These three days in \u0130zmir were far more than I ever expected, a whirlwind of color, taste, and friendship. From sunrise walks and ferry rides to late-night laughter and sweet desserts, the city wrapped me in its warmth. I arrived thinking I was visiting friends, but I left realizing I\u2019d also fallen in love with a place, its rhythm, its people, and the feeling of being completely alive by the Aegean Sea.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1-682x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-197\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1-682x1024.png 682w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1-200x300.png 200w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1-768x1152.png 768w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1-1024x1536.png 1024w, https:\/\/ania.popieko.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/Projekt-bez-nazwy-3-1.png 1333w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Reccomendations<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Wander through the vibrant <strong>Kemeralt\u0131 Bazaar<\/strong> and visit the <strong>Clock Tower<\/strong> before taking in sunset views from the <strong>Asans\u00f6r<\/strong>.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Stroll along <strong>Kordon Alsancak<\/strong>, stop for coffee at <strong>Pablo Cafe<\/strong>, or cross the bay by <strong>ferry<\/strong> to <strong>Bostanl\u0131<\/strong> for a seaside walk and dinner.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Explore <strong>Kar\u015f\u0131yaka\u2019s<\/strong> lively streets and taste the famous \u0130zmir bomb.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Begin a slow morning in <strong>Buca<\/strong> with simit and tea beneath the palm trees, then climb to the <strong>ancient castle<\/strong> for panoramic views.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>End your trip uncovering <strong>Izmir\u2019s artistic neighborhoods<\/strong>, where caf\u00e9s, graffiti, and creativity fill the quiet corners of the city.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I first decided to visit Izmir, I honestly imagined a quiet coastal town with palm trees and sea breeze. 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