If you're ready to get lost down streets that tumble toward the water, you're in the right place. In Kaş the clock dissolves early — you swim at noon, step off a boat by late afternoon, and by night you're on stone steps near the harbor, half-lost in cigarette smoke. The trouble isn't leaving, it's that every attempt turns into negotiating for one more day. Can't decide? You're already in the right spot — roll the dice.