Last day in Alanya

I'm sitting in our hotel 'lobby' which is all open to the air and listening to Kurdish music and the call to prayer with a hot sleeping baby on my chest. We took a long walk this morning before breakfast and then each had half an hour to ourselves--I spent mine collapsed on a beach chair as a human pancake pretending that I wasn't anyone's mother. It was delightful.
Then we collected our laundry which was still damp and smelled like cigarette smoke--I'm told that there are no laundramats here and the laundry doesn't have dryers and apparently the laundry ladys husband smokes, yum.
We went for lunch at the journalists club with a fabulous view of the bay and then drove up to the castle that we've been seeing from our hotel. The castle had a jail in it at some point and k showed me, with obvious relish, where they used to throw the prisoners over the edge of the cliffs into the water. It was breathtaking.
Then we went to a cave at the base of the hill that was equally breathtaking, from moldiness--but the stalactites were amazing--it felt like a cathedral. I keep imagining how gorgeous this must have been with no or fewer people.