Walk down past the market to the old walled city, our first time back since 2020 when we spent five months living here, most of it inside the walled city. A great deal busier now than it was then, when much of the time we were in lockdown for covid. Of course the return of the tourists - group leader ahead with a flag (in this case a Smurf) signals hope for the economy but a part of us misses the quiet city we lived in. Sit for a few minutes in the shade of the fig tree outside the mosque, believed to be the oldest tree in Cyprus. Then walk around the southern side of the wall, not fully restored as J points out and home via our familiar supermarket, where we acquire the makings for spaghetti. Reflect on the fact that the places we feel like we’ve lived in are the places where we cooked. So yes, Rhodes where our spot was little more than a lean to and cooking involved ducking through the rain to the kitchen part, and yes to Malta and Spain and Portugal, but no to Turkey where we spent as much time.
Message our host to say that we have a continuing problem with water appearing on the bathroom tiles from no evident source. She sends a repairman who spots a leak from the sink plumbing that has been allowing water to accumulate under the tiles. Major work to be done and he’ll be back at eight.
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