Half of this district runs on the harbor's schedule, half on whatever mood you're in. Wander the old bazaar side of Mersin and you'll catch crane noise in one breath and the fishing shelter's smell in the next; keep walking the shore and commerce quietly gives way to palm trees. Drift toward Çamlıbel and the evening crowd swallows you whole — nobody clocks that you still haven't decided. Skip the overthinking. Roll the dice and let the rest sort itself out.