Karatay pulls the plug on the city by nine p.m. — accept that going in. This is old Konya's dignified side: shrine visitors, bazaar merchants, tile everywhere you look, and tea breaks with no visible end. Wrong door if you want a fast night out; right one if you're fine with slow, alcohol-free, and warm. Rushing feels rude this close to Mevlana anyway. Roll the dice — the rest arrives with patience.