Not much rain last night but absolutely crazy winds. J rescued the lightweight terrace tables and chairs which were engaged in a manic frenzy of dancing, sometimes hitting up against the side of the flat. Although the two oranges from the neighbour’s tree that I have been expecting to fall on our side of the wall remain resolutely still attached this morning.
Sunny but a pretty chill breeze as we take the dolmuș out to do errands. Leave papers for Doğan with Terina, his lovely shy stepdaughter who has a face like a Russian Matryoshka doll. Then stops along the strip for things our own little supermarket doesn’t run to. Spanish Tempranillo and cigars at Ileli, smoked herring at Deniz, and freshly ground coffee and brown rice at Șokmar.
Sun on the mountainside still setting too early, but we enjoy the silhouette of the bougainvillea against a faintly rosy sky.
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