Its ‘floating’ dome is a surviving architectural wonder, a miracle of construction, a testament to the knowledge and imagination of 6th century builders. Resting on triangular pendentives above four arches, and circled completely by windows, it appears as if suspended from heaven.
Waking up slowly with the sunrise on the deck of a small gulet anchored in a quiet, ancient bay of the Aegean Sea. “Günaydın,” says a smiling sun-scorched sailor as he hands me a glass of Turkish tea. Its precisely brewed golden-auburn hue shimmers in the early morning light. A few others begin to stir as someone at the stern jumps into the clear turquoise waters. A seagull squawks overhead, gliding into the sun, which has just peeked its glow over the tops of indigenous olive trees rooted along the Lycian shores. Time for a morning swim myself.