Turkeys are roaming in the yard.
Man drying sheeps' wool in the yard.
Right next to the church ruin is the village. There was no one around except this old man who came over the fence to chat with our taxi driver. I gave him some change and took his picture. Then he brought over his grandson. The lady of the house came out too, to work on drying some vegetables. The yard was full of turkeys, geese, ducks and chicken. It was like old MacDonald's farm.
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