Experience Antalya like you know someone here.

Antalya grows half of what Turkey eats — buy it at your neighborhood's weekly market, gözleme included.

The city's own table — tahini-drenched white beans, a cumin-tahini dip, and grilled köfte in old-school lokantas.

Courtyard bars in Ottoman houses, rooftops over the harbor, and lanes that stay warm past midnight.

Ottoman houses, Roman walls and bougainvillea lanes sloping down to a tiny crescent harbor cut into the cliffs.

Tea at the cliff edge, the whole gulf below, and the Beydağları mountains turning purple across the water.

A long pebble beach with mountains rising straight out of the sea — and the city's after-work swim ritual.

A Roman triple arch from the 130s AD, still the front door between the modern city and the old town.

At the Lara cliffs, the Düden river simply leaps off the edge into the Mediterranean.

A shaded park in Kepez where a path leads into the cave behind the falling water.

A mountain city even Alexander the Great gave up on — its theatre perched over a gorge, reclaimed by pines.

A ruined Lycian harbor city in a pine forest — with three bays you can actually swim in.

Ruins in a jungle valley, a long protected beach, and hillside vents that have burned for thousands of years.

Marble columns of Apollo's temple at the tip of the old harbor — best at sunset, best off-season.

One of Turkey's great archaeology museums — the gods of Perge, imperial statues and sarcophagi, most of it dug up nearby.