Ephesus is just the other side of the hill from us, we drive past it every time we go into Selcuk and every time we go diving we see the big bite out of the hillside that is the great theatre and it reminds us we dive in seas plied by man for three thousand years. Yet we rarely go there.
I get picky about it; I want to go when the light is best and the ancient marble glows, when the spring flowers bloom and add contrast to my shots, when deep blue skies and faint clouds make interesting backdrops and few visitors crowd into my frames. You get like that when something amazing is your next door neighbour. The word I’m looking for is spoilt!
Well we can’t always get what we want, yesterday we went and we were probably two weeks early for the poppies, the afternoon skies clouded over and the light was murky and it was still pretty busy for a blustery day in March although nothing on what it will be in a few weeks. But it was amazing and I spent some time kicking myself for not going often enough and being a brat.
The terraced houses are more complete and detailed than ever before, the painted wallpaper bright with muses and birds, garlands and panels, cherubs and fish. We spent a long time in the terraced houses, slowly following the glass floored walkway that rises up the side of the hill, over mosaics and through bathrooms and bedrooms, formal rooms and relaxing rooms.
Because I am in design mode at the moment, thinking about House Elements, I am focused on the building more than being blown away by the age of it all. I see stairwells that are identical to how we build them today, I see the way they laid the fired brick in the thick walls and used earth plaster and lime render, buried pipes in walls, I see arches and niches and all the things I put into houses to make them interesting and useful. (Maybe I was here before, long, long ago!) I fall in love all over again with the earth tones and rich pigments in the paintings, that glorious deep old red, that light just before sunset yellow, that soft green of spring. In some ways it is all so now.
By the time we came out of the terraced houses the skies had clouded over and the light at the Library of Celsus was flat, making the façade look almost sinister against a stark sky.
We wandered down through the old commercial square to the harbour road before turning back past the great theatre with its looming crane and working our way back up the site through the tour groups following their leaders to the best bits.
I should go more often, I really should, but with so much to see here we are spoilt for choice. I want to go back in a couple of weeks and try and get the photographs I want with the poppies but I also want to go to Miletos and photograph that before the floods recede as right now the winter rains have given the site a dramatic bath which reflects the sky. And then I need to go back to Priene again because it is my favourite site and I love the light there and the view over the flood plains and I want to get over to Pamukkale and photograph it before it gets busy and, and, and… So many favourite places, not enough time, how the hell do the tourists fit it all in?
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Spring and autumn are in my opinion the best times to visit Ephesus. In high summer it is hard work and you need to go really early or the relentless heat radiating from the columns boils you inside your own skin and the crowds mask the scale of the site and obscure the detail in the carvings.
This year the entrance price is 25tl per person and an extra 15tl per person to visit the terraced houses. You pay inside the site not at the main entrance if you want to visit the terraced houses.
Parking in the top car park is 5tl per car and the small restaurants up there have tided up a lot and aren’t as tatty and vulgar as they were, I have no idea of the prices though and at all times of year I would advise bringing water with you as you can’t get it inside the ruins apart from at the wildly expensive little shop just inside the entrance.