Late afternoon in İznik means walking down to the lake, staring at the water, then wondering what comes next. This isn't a place that likes to rush — the road along the old city walls always loops you back to the same square, everyone knows everyone, and hurrying is basically bad manners. There's a patience to it, the same patience tile-makers use waiting on a kiln. Don't plan, just sit with it. Roll the dice and let the evening find its own pattern.