Coffee at Harry's. A bit delayed as we stop to show the way to Micro Supermarket to an American couple. I'm about to avoid them as I have an instinctive sense that we're about to be handed a tract. Not at all, although my sixth sense is not entirely wrong as he's a minister from Idaho (or is it Iowa?), come from three months in Lebanon to spend three months "helping out" in Cyprus.
In the evening there's an exhibition opening at the Gallery Kyprianou Gonia, about a mile and a half from us, fairly near St Lazarus Church. Five Cypriot naïf artists are being shown and some of the pictures on the small advertising brochure look attractive. Besides openings are usually fun. So we arrange to meet Maggi at the gallery. The show is uneven, with the best of Pelekanos' work having a compelling vibrancy and happy nostalgic quality - scenes of peasants harvesting in rich, warm colours - and the paintings of Tornaritis (if I have the transliteration right) looking a little like a very poor man's Munch. Surprisingly few paintings in total, considering that five artists are represented. Perhaps my expectations are too high, but we've been to openings in Larnaca before, and they're usually pretty lively - more paintings, more people, more hype, more buzz, more wine. And we wander out to the back courtyard where there is wine (one bottle anyway - is there another in reserve?).
There we meet a couple, Roman and Companion (don't seem to get a name). He's looking for work and getting depressed over his lack of success. Of course there's a high unemployment rate among Cypriots, so his odds aren't good. He and J chat, mostly in Polish. His companion is highly voluble. Canada? Yes, she lived there and knows it well. Terra Santa (the local Roman Catholic Church)? I am establishment, she claims. I went every day. Right now I'm taking a holiday; I haven't been for two months. But you'll see me back there in May - I'll be talking about the episcopacy. We have no television - HE forbids it (but, two minutes later she is agreeing that the Olympic opening ceremonies were impressive). As we leave, M says that Companion told her that she had lived in Scotland for three years, and we wonder, probably quite unworthily, if she would have lived in Serbia too had we mentioned it.
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