Mad dogs and Englishmen lie out in the noonday sun. Well, don’t think he’s mad. The dogs that come to market usually seem exceptionally mild mannered. But like all dogs he knows a warm sunny spot when he sees one.
Particularly windy last night and today though. Cerulean blue sea pointed with whitecaps this morning. We’re earlier than usual at the market but nothing in particular takes our fancy. It’s really not a produce market except occasionally and on a pretty small scale. Do sometimes buy honey or eggs here. Mostly second hand clothing, books and appliances. Quite a good selection of books actually, and they’re sold in support of the animal rescue association. Both Beverley and Caroline work on that stall and they’re pretty well read.
We’d been thinking of going to the weekly market on Wednesday in Girne. It’s the equivalent of the Thursday market in Famagusta. In fact mostly the same products and sellers and we used to go regularly when we lived there. A little more awkward to get to here but certainly possible and might be nice once before Christmas. Forgot on Wednesday until it was really too late to bother but read in today’s weekly paper that we missed some minor excitement. A bag left on a wall near the roadside by the market was detonated by police in case it contained explosives. It didn’t but (suspense builds as continued on page six) only clothing items and personal belongings. Still, gave the reporters a break from reporting car accidents.
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