On the morning I planned to go, the skies over Bursa were gentle and clear. The drive from the city center to Cumalıkızık is relatively short—about 10 kilometers as the crow flies, and maybe 20–30 minutes by car or minibus. Cumalıkızık now lies within the Yıldırım district of Bursa.
One cannot approach Cumalıkızık without sensing that it is something of a living time capsule. This is not a reconstructed set; many houses are still lived in, and the winding stone-paved alleys still echo with the footsteps of villagers past and present. Cumalıkızık’s historical texture is remarkably well preserved, particularly for a settlement whose roots reach back to the early days of the Ottoman state.
It helps that Cumalıkızık is part of a UNESCO World Heritage ensemble under the title “Bursa and Cumalıkızık: the Birth of the Ottoman Empire.” In 2014, this distinct status recognized how the village preserves early Ottoman rural architecture in a context rarely so intact.
The name Cumalıkızık itself hints at its history: “Cuma” means “Friday,” and the village was traditionally the gathering place for Friday prayers for the network of Kızık villages in the area.
When my friends and I arrived, we parked near the edge of the village, left the car behind, and set off on foot into the labyrinthine alleys. No motor vehicles could venture far. The sun was mild, and the air smelled faintly of earth and citrus trees in hidden courtyards.
Wandering the Stone Streets
The moment I stepped onto the cobbled paths, I felt as though time had slowed. The streets of Cumalıkızık are narrow, winding, and unpredictable in direction. Hiking uphill, then downhill, then turning through a small archway, you never quite know what lies around the next bend. This irregularity is part of the charm—these pathways were not engineered for automobiles or tourism, but grew organically over centuries.
The paving stones have worn edges, curved slightly to guide water down toward hidden gutters. Between houses, small alleys open into private courtyards or gardens. Some of these courtyards are shaded by plane trees, with leafy branches filtering the sunlight into a soft, dappled glow.
One of the enduring visual motifs is the houses themselves: overhanging upper stories supported by wooden beams and painted in soft pastel hues—pale blues, ochres, creams—with shuttered windows and bay windows projecting outward. These “jettied” upper floors give the houses personality, and also offer shelter to the street below.
Often, vines and climbing plants drape over the façades, softening the lines of wood and stone. The ground floors frequently have their walls of rubble stone and minimal openings—a place for storage or livestock in days gone by—while the living rooms are on the higher levels, with latticed windows or delicate woodwork.
It is in these narrow alleys that you may come across subtle surprises: a small stone fountain tucked into a wall, the ruins of a brick hearth, or a hidden stairway rising between two houses.
One house that drew special attention was the Küpeli Ev (House of Earrings), a 17th-century building famed for its decorative eaves and delicate details. It is cited among the most important historical buildings in the village.
I spent a long time sitting on a low stone step, just watching the light shift across a blue house and listening to distant conversation drifting through the alleys. It felt, in those moments, that I was breathing the same air that people had breathed centuries ago.
Old Mansions, Residences, and Conservation
In total, Cumalıkızık hosts about 270 historic (Ottoman-period) houses, of which around 180 are still in use, while others are under restoration or conservation.
These houses are not all uniform; they exhibit variations in form, size, decorative motifs, and materials, reflecting the diversity of the villagers’ resources and tastes over time. Some are modest two-storey dwellings, others more ambitious three-storey mansions. Many have interior courtyards (hayat) walled off for privacy.
I was fortunate to visit one interior that had been opened to visitors. From its courtyard, you see a narrow passage of stone leading to a small garden behind. Inside, the rooms retain simple plastered walls, wooden floors, and small windows with wooden shutters. The décor was modest but elegant wooden beams overhead, painted ceilings in muted tones, and a sense that every piece had a functional role rather than extravagance.
Restoration efforts are ongoing. Many of the more dilapidated houses bear scaffolding, and some roofs have been renewed with red tiles to preserve their original look. The local authorities, heritage foundations, and villagers work together to maintain the balance between preservation and modern use.
Walking among these houses, I reflected on how people use them: some are private homes, others are guesthouses, small cafés, or restaurants. Some fronts host artisan shops or display local handicrafts. Still others stand empty, patiently waiting for restoration.
Because Cumalıkızık was established as a vakıf (waqf) village, its lands and properties were historically tied to a külliye (religious and social complex) in Bursa to provide income for its upkeep.
That heritage gives deeper meaning to the architecture: these buildings were not mere dwellings, but part of a socio-economic and spiritual fabric stretching from Bursa’s grand mosques to the rural outskirts.
Tastes and Aromas: Food & Drink in Cumalıkızık
No visit is complete without sampling the local fare—and Cumalıkızık delivers in both flavor and atmosphere.
Breakfast Culture
The village is perhaps most famous for its breakfast houses (kahvaltı). Early in the morning, locals and visitors descend on charming breakfast spots inside renovated old houses, sitting on wooden benches in courtyards draped with vines, surrounded by stone walls and gentle sunlight.
A traditional Turkish breakfast here is generous: cheeses, olives, tomatoes, cucumbers, clotted cream (kaymak), honey, jams, homemade breads, boiled eggs or menemen, and Çay (Turkish tea) in tulip-shaped glasses. Many of these breakfast cafés strive to use locally sourced ingredients—village honey, jams made from local fruits, fresh eggs, homemade preserves.
One of the breakfast houses occupies a former mansion used in the filming of the popular Kınalı Kar TV series; that “konak” (mansion) was repurposed into a restaurant for visitors.
I sat in a shaded courtyard and watched steam rise from a small brass teapot, dipping into crisp bread, enjoying the quiet morning, and listening to distant church bells of the mosque across the lane.
Lunch & Dinner
For a midday or evening meal, the village offers modest but pleasant options: local vegetarian mezes, gözleme (thin stuffed flatbread), köfte (meatballs), grilled vegetables, various stews, and soups. Some restaurants specialize in “köy mutfağı” (village cuisine), offering hearty dishes made with fresh vegetables, olive oil, and seasonal produce.
Small cafés serve Turkish coffee, herbal teas, and simple desserts sütlaç (rice pudding), baklava, or local pastries. Many cafés are tucked behind houses, offering shady porches or terraces overlooking alleys or private gardens.
I had one memorable lunch: a simple lentil soup followed by a vegetable stew in a terracotta pot, served with fresh bread, followed by a bowl of plain yogurt mixed with honey. The flavors were humble but honest soothing and deeply rooted in local soil. A gentle breeze stirred through grapevines overhead.
I should add that part of the charm of dining in Cumalıkızık is not just the food, but the setting: wooden beams overhead, exposed stone walls, sun filtering through leaves, and glimpses of the alley or courtyard just outside the door.
Landscape, Nature & Views
Cumalıkızık’s setting contributes greatly to its allure. The village lies on the northern slopes of Uludağ, the mountain whose forests and streams frame the scene.
From certain vantage points in the village, one can glimpse rolling hills, patches of forest, orchard terraces, and distant valley views. The air is cooler than in central Bursa, with breezes carrying the scent of pine and moist earth.
Around the edges of Cumalıkızık, chestnut and fig trees cluster; the shade of their canopies creates quiet pockets of stillness. One hidden path led me to a small stream trickling past mossy stones just behind some houses—a moment of serenity so unexpected that I paused for ten minutes just listening to the water.
The light in the late afternoon is especially magical. Windows glow with reflected sun, shadows lengthen in the alleys, and colors deepen: the pastel houses turn richer, and the stone walks look golden. I lingered until sunset, then walked out slowly as the coolness crept in.
Meeting the Elders: Stories & Reflections
Perhaps the most human dimension of Cumalıkızık is its people—especially its older residents, many of whom have lived under the shadow of those old roofs for decades.
I met an elderly man seated on a doorstep, shelling chestnuts by hand. He motioned me to sit beside him, and we exchanged gestures and fragments of conversation (my Turkish is limited, but I made do). He told me that he had lived his whole life in the village. He spoke of when the electricity first came, when weather would sometimes isolate the village in winter, when roads were dirt and rain would turn them to mud paths. He recalled how children used to slip and fall in snowy lanes, and how neighbors would help each other carry firewood.
Another older woman greeted me in a small courtyard garden; she offered to show me her cherry tree and plucked a fruit for me. She told me about the village festivals, how younger people would leave for the city, how she hoped for restoration funds, but also how proud she was that visitors from around the world came to see her home.
Their faces were lined, their eyes steady, and their hospitality pure. I sensed a quiet pride in preserving something precious even as time passes and change creeps in.
These conversations reminded me of the fragile line between preservation and decay, between authenticity and commodification. Cumalıkızık is alive—not a museum frozen in time—but that life relies daily on the care, respect, and relations of people.
Cumalıkızık in Fiction: TV & Film
The cinematic allure of Cumalıkızık is hardly a secret. Over the years it has served as a backdrop for Turkish TV series and films, bringing its lanes and mansions into the national imagination.
One of the most famous is Kınalı Kar (2002–2004), which used scenes in Cumalıkızık. The mansion (“konak”) used in the series still stands and has been repurposed into a breakfast restaurant, and visitors often seek it out for that reason.
IMDb confirms that Cumalıkızık was a filming location for Kınalı Kar.
In more recent times, modern productions have also used the village as a set. For example, one news article noted that for a certain television project, the cast was delighted at the authenticity of Cumalıkızık’s locations and that scenes were shot there due to its UNESCO heritage status.
Although I could not confirm a long list of all productions, the effect is clear: Cumalıkızık has entered the visual imagination of Turkey. When viewers see a rustic Ottoman village, the mind often conjures Cumalıkızık—even if the actual filming was elsewhere.
This cinematic identity enhances the visitor’s awareness: you walk through corridors you might have seen on a screen, imagine camera crews and actors moving past those same alleys, and sense how sets and reality sometimes overlap.
Reflections & Tips from My Visit
As my day in Cumalıkızık drew to a close and I returned to Bursa, I carried with me not just images, but a sense of restored peace and humility. I'd like to share a few reflections and practical tips:
Go early (or late afternoon). The village is quieter in the early morning or near dusk. Midday can bring tourist crowds and brighter, harsher light.
Footwear matters. The stone streets are uneven; wear sturdy, comfortable shoes to navigate slopes, uneven paving, and narrow alleys.
Take your time. Don’t rush. Sit on a step, peer through archways, pause in courtyards, talk to villagers if possible. Some of the magic is in small, lingering moments.
Respect private spaces. Many houses are private homes. Knock or ask before venturing into less obvious courtyards.
Support local businesses. Eat in village cafés, buy jam or honey from local producers, tip generously. Your visit matters to the community.
Bring a map or guide. The alleys can twist unexpectedly; a small guide or map (or a local guide) helps you avoid getting lost—though a little aimless wandering is part of the charm.
Photography with sensitivity. The houses, stone walls, gardens—all are photogenic. But also respect residents: ask before photographing people or interior spaces.
Time your trip with a festival if possible. Cumalıkızık holds an International Cumalıkızık Festival (formerly Raspberry Festival) in June, showcasing local arts, music, and products.
Weather matters. Rain can make the stone alleys slippery. A dry, mild day is ideal for walking. In summer, shade and water help; in autumn, the foliage adds seasonal color.
Integrating the Visit with My Bursa Journey
Because my trip to Bursa contained many errands and friend visits, my excursion to Cumalıkızık was a welcome respite—a way to balance the busy and the quiet, the modern and the eternal.
One afternoon, after wrapping up a meeting in central Bursa, I hopped on a minibus pointed to Cumalıkızık. I changed out of business clothes, left the city hustle behind, and immersed myself for a few hours in slower rhythms. Later that evening, I returned to my friends’ home, flushed with new energy and vivid stories to share.
At other moments, when walking through Bursa’s bazaars or sipping tea near the Grand Mosque, I found myself mentally drifting back to Cumalıkızık, chasing after that glimpse of a stone wall beneath wisteria vines or the echo of my steps in a narrow alley.
Visiting Cumalıkızık added texture to my entire trip—it was not just another destination checked off, but rather a pause, a meditation, a reminder of heritage, simplicity, and the persistence of human stories in stone.
In Conclusion
Cumalıkızık is more than a tourist village. It is a living testament to centuries of life, adaptation, pride, and continuity. Between its stone streets, old mansions, modest cafés, and resident elders, one senses the shifting line where history meets everyday life.
For a traveler seeking not just monuments, but atmosphere—where food, architecture, people, and nature intermingle—Cumalıkızık offers a quiet epiphany. I returned to Bursa with my errands done and my heart full, already imagining a return visit.
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