Iron Craftsman

Forging is such a charming craft that it can notify the guest only with the sound of the knob. Which best news was announced by the eternal love of walnut door and iron knob in these vast lands of Anatolia, who knows? Whenever the door was knocked, who asks which people were excited or which ones became anxious? For centuries, the sound of the knob has echoed in the stone sidewalks of Safranbolu. Such that, these sounds are the masterpiece of the veteran Usta.

  • 14.11.2016
  • Berin Sarıgül
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