There's a squeezed-in small-town rhythm here at the foot of the Toros — wakes with a factory whistle, shutters go down early in the evening. By the time you're asking 'what should we do,' most people in Seydişehir have already ordered their tea, headed for the mountain road, or slipped off toward Suğla. Patience is its own way of killing time here, and so is wandering. Roll the dice, walk wherever it lands.