Sunday, November 27/2016

Next door to the little shop for the Sunday Cyprus Mail, which J accuses me of wanting only for the puzzles. I don't, although I like the puzzles. He's right that it's not much of a paper. Too much syndicated material and too much soft, actually mushy, news. Double spread today on a woman who can communicate psychically with animals, getting information from them both through personal contact and from their photographs. Also product reports that are not far from advertising. And restaurant reviews that are never negative. All right, it's a crap paper. Does have the week's telly listings but that doesn't improve the offerings any. Most of it's in Greek anyway. But it does keep us in touch with the local political scene. Plus handy info on gallery openings. And quite good puzzles. The proprietor isn't there, but an older man follows me in and asks if I have the right change, indicating that I can leave it on the counter. And we both know it will be fine. This is Cyprus.