Watch battery dies, so decision made on where to have coffee, as Harry's Café immediately opposite our regular watchmaker. He has a minute shop- guessing about ten feet by eight - for which he pays an astonishing €10 a month. Less, he tells J than he pays for garbage collection. European of some sort, but he's lived in Cyprus for forty years. Coffee in the sun, along with the treat of the day, a small slice of chocolate cake each. Totally unnecessary post-Christmas, and my telling myself that the kind owner would be hurt if we refused almost certainly simple self-deception. Then a new battery as well as an adjustment to J's old watch.
