Meet at the Blacksmith restaurant for dinner. Jane and Bill come in by bus as their car is in the shop being repaired. Much text correspondence as my understanding of the route (which we have only experienced personally at the Pyla end) is based on the schedules and maps online, which don't show the bus going all that close to the Blacksmith. Fortunately, J and B have taken same bus recently - as in yesterday - so, as usual, real life experience trumps Cypriot published info.
We've booked indecently early by Cypriot standards - 6:30, and assume that very few people will be there that early on a Wednesday. Not so - it's full. Lucky they squeezed us in, as there's a huge family gathering for a thirtieth birthday, mostly young adults and quite a few small children. Noisy, but happy. Nice to be able to introduce D and D to J and B. We all have the meze, which they do particularly well here, and persuade the waitress to slow the pace of producing the fourteen dishes. From our extremely limited Greek vocabulary, "σιγά, σιγά" (siga, siga) - slowly, slowly. A phrase used frequently, and implying a relaxed approach as much as lack of speed. Lovely meal, and only at the end does it become too loud to converse easily. Not cold on the walk back, either.