A few weeks after a string of weekends that convinced me of the arrival of an early spring, I decided it would to go to Gallipoli, the famous WWI battlefield where the British forces, mostly Australians and New Zealanders attempted to invade Turkey.

Didn't work out that way though. The winter returned with a storm that closed the Dardanelles and kept me from the major target of the trip. It was not a loss though because I was only a few miles from Troy of Homeric fame and decided that and the local Archaeological museum would be good secondary targets. The rain was cold and the wind determined to remind me about chill factors.

In front of Troy the first site one encounters is this silly looking Trojan Horse. It dates only from around the late '70s but is supposed to be the same height as the beast that the Trojans had to remove the lintel from the gate to bring inside.

Anyone that would bring such a beast inside the gate deserves to lose. Seriously it is believed that an earthquake had (once again but more on that later) damaged the walls badly and the attackers didn't have to revert to subterfuge - or to carpentry either for that matter.