Not only shirtsleeve weather but warm enough that it’s nicer to walk early in the morning - or what passes with us for early - than at noon. So we head down to the market shortly after nine, remembering the days during the summer of 2020 when we used to go to the Thursday market in Famagusta as early as possible, when the temperature was cooler and the shadows longer. Though that was midsummer hot. But even in late March we appreciate the tree lined road leading in to the market this morning.
It’s the only time we’ve been to this market without buying anything. Would probably have bought eggs, though we’re not out yet, but the egg and honey lady wasn’t there so that decided it.
So many books at the weekly charity book stall. Makes us think of the years in the past, before access to ebooks, when we bought and read pretty well anything we found in English in non-English speaking countries. Made for a rather eclectic winter selection - from early Evelyn Waugh to the memoirs of a Mossad agent. Now we could easily come home with a dozen books any week but we’d be piling up books well ahead of getting them read. Not that unread books are necessarily a bad thing. Some comfort for the inveterate book hoarder in the words of Nassim Nicholas Taleb: “Read books are far less valuable than unread ones. The library should contain as much of what you do not know as your financial means, mortgage rates, and the currently tight real-estate market allow you to put there.” Though he may not have been thinking of one’s library while travelling.
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