It was my last day in Amasya in September 2004 (I long to return). As I approached the group of kids they decided to enjoy the afternoon with me as much as they could. They joint me on my walk to a nearby mosque, and another, and a Türbe, and would gladly have shown me all other sights if I hadn't stopped them. They gradually got a bit rumbustious, and I later had to explain to them that a mosque was not a playground, not a ballroom or a karate training room. But we had a lot of fun.