Last full day in the North - until February anyway. And it’s market day. Rather ill planned on our part as we arrived - and are leaving - the day after the big weekly municipal market when better planning might have given us a week’s stay after two consecutive market days. But would have meant counting back all the way to the initial return flight from Canada and some of the other dates had reasons behind them. So a few grapes and a couple of oranges and pretend all the heaps of enticing fruit and vegetables - and olives and cheese and fresh eggs - are only decor, paintings on the gallery wall. Because there’s only so much we can eat between now and tomorrow morning, or take with us for that matter.
We run into Inci, the amazing cook from Minder and then Fehmi’s wife Filiz, along with daughter and baby grandson at the market. A relatively high proportion of the Gazimagusa people we know.
Then clean up and pack, with the happy thought that next home we can actually unpack rather than just stirring the suitcases. We’ll be staying until early February. Happy discovery while cleaning the gas stove where minor spills seem to have the properties of crazy glue. Remembered that we bring tooth paste rather than gel because it’s abrasive qualities can come in handy. Stove gleams. Heaven knows what it does to teeth.