Bus to Bill and Jane's. An older man joins us at the bus stop, also waiting for number 424 to Pyla. He says he left Cyprus at age 17 (about 1955?) and has only returned this year. Enormous changes, mostly for the worse. But he is philosophical; he must change as Cyprus won't. Lunch is duck's breast à l'orange done in foil packets on the barbecue, along with salads looking like an artist's palette. Super. The black olives we picked the other day won't be ready for a year or more but the 2012 ones we have are the best I've ever eaten. J and Bill trim the flowering trees adjacent to the olives.
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