Evening arrives in Köşk by quiet agreement: nobody makes grand plans, and nobody complains. You're in a small but self-sufficient district in the middle of fig orchards, right off the main road. One lap through the market takes five minutes; the second, with conversation, takes thirty. While you're weighing whether to head into Aydın or stay put, the evening arrives on its own. So quit thinking about it — roll the dice; surprises taste better in small places.