Down to Lidl's in the morning, lured by Australian Shiraz at €2 a bottle. Nearly sold out, but we settle for two bottles, cautious about probable quality (dinner later proves that it's very nice and we should have bought more - one day sale).
Go with M to Aradippou to pick up a second lamp for her flat, and continue in search of a coffee spot in Aradippou, which still has a village centre, though it's sprawled into Larnaca suburb. but the centre seems relatively dead, though there's an attractive church. Where are the old men playing backgammon outside the village café? We do eventually find a coffee shop but it's Nescafé only - in fact mostly young people with cokes. Is there a café around? Yes, straight ahead. We continue, and ask again. Yes, says a young woman, right in here. There's a door just past the hairdresser's and inside a couple of tables, although the interior is shared with the hairdresser's. We order Cypriot coffee and it comes with a plate of biscuits which the woman says she has made herself. Very nice. But when we go to pay they refuse. No, no says the man. Genuine village hospitality. But was it a café at all? (No sign, no menus, no board with prices, only two tables) or just the hairdresser and her family being very kind?
Go with M to Aradippou to pick up a second lamp for her flat, and continue in search of a coffee spot in Aradippou, which still has a village centre, though it's sprawled into Larnaca suburb. but the centre seems relatively dead, though there's an attractive church. Where are the old men playing backgammon outside the village café? We do eventually find a coffee shop but it's Nescafé only - in fact mostly young people with cokes. Is there a café around? Yes, straight ahead. We continue, and ask again. Yes, says a young woman, right in here. There's a door just past the hairdresser's and inside a couple of tables, although the interior is shared with the hairdresser's. We order Cypriot coffee and it comes with a plate of biscuits which the woman says she has made herself. Very nice. But when we go to pay they refuse. No, no says the man. Genuine village hospitality. But was it a café at all? (No sign, no menus, no board with prices, only two tables) or just the hairdresser and her family being very kind?