Everyone in Meram has a 'vineyard garden' story — grandfather's plot, sold off years ago, still missed. Against Konya's steppe, this is the side with trees, a stream, actual shade; the whole city floods in on weekends with charcoal, and you go too, because 'let's see some green' isn't an excuse here, it's a real need. Head toward the pine grove or settle by the stream. Don't worry about where to sit — roll the dice, the shade will find you.