Out earlyish in the morning - well, it’s before ten - to check out the pharmacy we used to stop at on the way into Famagusta with Bill and Jane. Suspect the prices no different from the one in the old city, but the chemist in the one I went to with Jane spoke fluent English. There are seven pharmacies within a less than a mile on the same road, but we do identify the one Jane used to go to. However the young man no longer working there, or not today anyway. A woman and an older man. Actually probably not older than us but older than the man I remember. No problem with what we want. Have a prescription from Fehmi but actually far more meds available over the counter here (and in the South) and think people more inclined to consult pharmacist rather than make doctor’s appointments. Everything in blister packs, simply called film. Three prescriptions today cost about the equivalent of a single dispensing fee in Ontario. No problem in either part of Cyprus with quality of medication but suspect that Turkish speakers get no more than the virtually non-existant advice that non Turkish speakers get. Not a problem in this case and often pretty minimal in English speaking countries for that matter.
Stop in the park on the way back. Lovely cool place to sit and good time for a photo op with the giant crow, the crow apparently being a symbol of Famagusta.
Eating lunch when we hear the produce truck arrive. So load up for the next four days. The kind woman across the road who does the baking is there and J lets her know how appreciative we are - at which she disappears into her house and returns with two large portions of pudding, plastic spoons included!
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