Finishing breakfast when there’s a knock on the door. The lovely lady from across the road with a container holding three beautiful fruit turnovers, oven hot. So we split one immediately to enjoy the still warm goodness.
In the early evening take a walk down to the harbour. Much of the area immediately outside the city walls is fenced off military, with the usual sign warning one not to take photographs as well as the sign forbidding entry. Then there is an area where small fishing boats are moored. Quite a few individual fishermen knee deep in rocky shallows, and we remember the boy who passed us on his bicycle as we were leaving home, fishing rods in his backpack. It’s a very warm night even down by the shore and lots of people out, predominantly young people and Cypriots not expats. A restaurant and a coffee shop have tables along the seaside walk and we stop for a beer. Ignore the peanuts down to my (possibly quite unjustified) suspicion that they don’t actually throw out those that previous patrons have failed to eat - but beer safe enough. Leave as the sun goes down - full darkness falls quickly here.