Epiphany. It's a major holiday in Cyprus, featuring a parade with the Church more than militant, archiepiscopal regalia as well as soldiery with semi-automatic weapons. Impressive in a rather unpleasant way, so we give it a miss but it's sunny and warm and we do head down to the waterfront for the familial stroll about in the afternoon. Collect the aromatic leaves that are always strewn on the pier when the waters are blessed and the teenage boys dive into the waters to retrieve the cross that will have been thrown in the sea (prudently tied to a cord to prevent loss). The leaves (eucalyptus?) are a bit trodden over, but still have their lovely scent, so J gathers a bunch to take back to the flat.
Have our annual ice cream cone - lemon gelato - and stop for coffee at our usual spot, this time sitting next to a small girl who is communing with the café canary in his cage.
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