Chilly evening but happily not windy as we wait for the bus. Bus very slightly early, which means we get to Vlachos about half an hour before we're due to meet up with Harry and Elsa and Bill and Jane. We've been entranced by the moon on the way out - nearly full and pale gold, hanging huge and glowing low over the Mediterranean. Obviously designed for pictures rather than words, so when we alight I see what the ipad can do. As expected, not nearly enough. The road has changed direction - or more accurately the coast has - and the moon is no longer above the sea but has has street lighting competing. It's also a little higher and therefore appears smaller and paler. And the golden tinge, which is still there, is missed entirely by the camera and can't be restored by the editing function. Ah well, the best things in life may not only be free but impossible to capture.
Lovely meal, and Harry has scored us a pretty quiet table. Not only is there a lack of acoustic tile here but one suspects that everyone yelling at once is central to the Cypriot conception of a good time. Unfortunately Bill can't join us, as he's inherited the cold that's been visiting us all and opted for bed. Otherwise happy gathering though.
