Akşehir has one wise man and one who advises the wise man — in Nasreddin Hoca's hometown, everyone learns to talk in circles eventually. Mornings go to birdsong by the lake, cherry season means a handful eaten off the branch, and by evening, mulling over tomorrow in a tea garden, you'll notice today already ended. It sits unhurried at the foot of Sultandağı. Can't decide? The real expert is buried here anyway — just roll the dice.