Siirt

Sometimes what best captures a city’s identity is a minaret, sometimes a dish. In Siirt, it is both… While the minaret of the Grand Mosque, rising at the top of the city, vies with the sky in its turquoise glazed bricks, down below the aroma rising from the pits where büryan is roasted tells another of the city’s stories. So which tells Siirt’s story better? Come, let’s listen to both.