Stunning day. Drive to Famagusta past fields of barley and wildflowers. Red poppies by the roadside. Market its usual riot of colour. Outside near the bedding plants are bunches of wild asparagus and a basin of snails. Buy some small pastries from a young woman, who probably made them. Easy enough to establish the price, as we can show the correct number of fingers (1 Turkish lira = €0.16, $0.24 CAD). Pastry content a little trickier. Would prefer it not be the tasteless soft white cheese popular in some Mediterranean and Eastern European pastry. Seems not. But apple would be nice. Elam? I ask. We’re both delighted as she gives me a sign 👌 I’ve hit it. Quite surprising on my part, too, as it is a memory retrieved from over twenty years ago when we bought apple tea at the bazaar in Istanbul. Probably (disgracefully) don’t know ten words in Turkish. Don’t know the words for bread and milk. Buy strawberries from an enormous heap where you can choose your own - all winners in that lot. Twenty lira a kilo, though we don’t buy as much as that.