I've been enjoying having a friend stay for the past few days. We met 35 years ago while studying archaeology in Birmingham and have a shared background of dodgy student accommodation, damp caravans, abandoned school buildings, soggy tents and back-breaking Land Rover trips; thus, she is the ideal companion with whom to visit ancient sites when the sky is grey and a thunder storm is forecast. We finished up at Peçin Kale just outside Milas. The rain, which we'd been unsuccessfully dodging all day, held off while we climbed up to the fortress but came down in buckets as we wandered around the ruined houses. I was trying to operate my camera while holding an umbrella so not really looking where I was walking, but very quickly became aware of a crunching under foot. Lots and lots of snails. A forgotten fact jumped back into my mind: snail collecting had been a popular and lucrative side-line in Milas. Dealers would buy them by the kilo and ship them off to France. A quick look on the internet shows that there is still one snail dealer listed in Milas. Another search throws up the information that these little fellows have been over-collected and are now rare and protected in some parts of Europe. No shortage of these juicy escargot today.
Edible snails, also called Roman snails as the Romans introduced this tasty snack to many parts of their empire.