Snook off with Frank to taste the magic of Buyukada and the Biennial installations currently nestled there.
Our first discovery on what felt like a treasure hunt was the remains of the house where Trotsky lived for a number of years.We teetered down the steep overgrown garden path and through a gateway opening on  to what were his oyster beds, to soak up Adrian Villar Rojas' creation of animals arriving from the sea, some 2 by 2, most carrying burdens, all with dignity. When this installation was drafted no one could have foreseen the extent of the exodus which is reflected here. Not easily forgotten.
We moved on to the hotel Splendid Palace where an unfathomable cacophony of  films of Trotsky played out amidst the opulence. ( they also did the best apple cake I have ever tasted)
There was a meditative offering on ship and a challenge to the senses on film in a house. The library enticed us in with promise of the central biennial "thought forms" theme but left me cold. 
All this was accessed by foot or horse drawn carriages on an island with shades of New Orleans without the jazz, which also felt a bit like a full sized model village as most of the meticulously maintained houses were waiting for their owners to holiday in them.
Enchanting.
Tomorrow we will be mostly drinking and sunbathing.