Stop at the animal charity shop and, while we're there, ask about John, whom we haven't seen since our return but who used to be the mainstay of the shop. The Thai woman, who often works Fridays, tells us that he died fairly suddenly in June. Rather upsetting, especially as there is a suggestion that the local hospital was a little short on effort in diagnosing the problem. We didn't know him well but used to chat quite regularly, if briefly. Actually, have just read an article about micro-interactions: A 2014 study...found that our daily interactions with “weak ties” (people we don’t know very well) have a positive correlation with our happiness and feelings of belonging. In other words, the more micro-interactions we have, the better we feel. The researchers also found this impact wasn’t limited to extroverts. On the contrary, they concluded it might be “especially beneficial” for introverts...." John was a part of our world.
In the evening with Jane and Bill to Kazani, a little traditional restaurant in Aradippou, greater Larnaca. Accessed by a tangle of dimly lit roads, many too narrow to allow two cars to pass. It's seven o'clock but has been dark since before 5. The restaurant name comes from the Greek for cauldron and refers to the distilling of zivania on the premises for many years. It's a family enterprise, and much of the food is from the family farm. Warm, very traditional, and friendly.
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