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I’ve been wandering through the streets of Izmir, and it feels like a slow breath after a long day. The city has this quiet charm—old buildings with faded colors, the smell of fresh bread from a local bakery, and people moving at their own pace. I sat by the sea for a while, watching the waves. It’s not loud or flashy, but there's something comforting about it. Sometimes, the simplest places leave the deepest impressions.