Out for a walk and discovering that you can’t go home again. Or you can, but things change.We’re just behind St Lazarus Church and on the other side of the church, heading toward the sea, is - or was - a coffee shop where we regularly drank Greek coffee. Will they remember us? They used to know to make our coffee sketo - without sugar. The shop is still there, but it’s an ice cream store now, with a different name and different staff. Look on the next block for our friend the Ukrainian jeweller. We’ve been worried about her family. She is there, but the jewellery store has been transformed into a pastry and sandwich shop - people may stop buying jewellery when times are difficult but they always eat.
Walk the length of the waterfront. Many tents and booths set up so something must be planned for the weekend but no indication of what. Ferris wheel and carousel in Europa Square. Stop at a cash point and Maggi calls. Could we meet for lunch? We could and agree on St Lazarus Church, leading us to The Secret Garden, a little restaurant nearby with a shady inner courtyard. M has brought Brian with her, a British expat whom we have not met but whom she has been seeing for over a year now. Lovely, as they’re both relaxed in each other’s company and delighted with their luck. In the end we drive out to M’s place in a nearby village for coffee and a chance to see Maxi - the little dog who clearly remember J after three and a half years.
Then pack up once again.
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