after three years in Cyprus

Yesterday we went to a restaurant in ... I have no idea what the place is called (some village on top of a hill, relatively north from Limassol).

As such, I found out I didn't know lots of things ... like ... for example that Cyprus coffee CAN taste great (whatever they did to it); or that Greek meze is a completely different dish than Cyprus meze.

Anyway, here are some pictures (and I'll try to find out how the village is called):

little C, sleeping


E., I. and G.


at the table




G.


S.




dead leaves, new leaves


glazed pear


C. with the camera


by the entrance (1)


by the entrance (2)


looking down


on a side alley


rusty door knocker


"I played with these when we were kids"


E. on the edge


on the edge


E. on the edge (2)


towards sunset


and a mirror on the edge