Market morning. The street where the craftsmen work has huge distilling vessels standing outside in the road, one copper and one silver coloured. Is home distilling a less surreptitious activity here than in Canada? The temperature is in the low twenties but much hotter in the direct sun. The proprietor of our favourite outside café waves to us nd we pick seats in the shade and order Cypriot coffee - dark and dense and served in small cups, always accompanied by a glass of water. The building opposite houses craft and souvenir shops, including one where a Ukrainian girl makes her own jewellery. At the other end of our café a boy - the owner's son? - plays Christmas carols on his clarinet, not quite fluently but with a fair repertoire.
J does an excellent job of making frozen spanakopita in the frying pan we have rather than the over we don't, as the instructions would have had it. Very nice, and he pops the cork on a bottle of dry Belgian "champagne" to go with it.