The name sounds almost too on-the-nose, but life in Körfez really is wedged somewhere between the smoke stacks and the shoreline. It grew up in a refinery's shadow — you can smell the air and tell what shift it is. When you're bored, heading down to the water to stare at the far bank, or stretching out toward Hereke to make peace with the sea, both lead to the same door. Too lazy to plan? Leave the decision to the dice, not the smoke stacks.