Tuesday, 7 July 2020

Tuesday, July 7/2020

Well it seems like the days of the produce truck are over. Didn’t come at all last week or today for its usual Tuesday afternoon stop. And for that matter the previous week may not have been worth his while. Not as many or as nice fruit and veg and fewer of the neighbours out buying. The offerings at the market are both cheaper and much better, but the market is only once a week and the purchases do have to be carried a fair way.


The cats along our road gather in the late afternoon. This time six of them hoping for handouts, arriving rapidly one after the other. Are they all responding to some secret cue or do the others follow  as soon as the first one makes a move, afraid of missing out?


We ourselves over to the deck outside Fa Kebab for şeftali. Pick the corner table for a nice breeze as the sun goes down. And a stroll afterward past a number of small cafés. Mostly locals, sometimes only for beer or coffee and a pastry, but always pleasant and relaxed. And safe. Not only pandemic safe, although pretty good that way too, but personally safe. Never hear about robberies or muggings, and it’s always surprising the quality of furniture and equipment that is left overnight outside shops and restaurants in the centre of the old city in the justified expectation it will still be there in the morning. Yes, there are police. We pass two sitting chatting in a doorway with a local shop owner. But it’s more than that.