Halki yesterday was a very laid back affair. Only half a coach-full of very well-behaved guests (!) and as the day progressed the sky became gloomier. It's the old Αφρικανική σκόνη you know. "African dust" blankets us now and again during the spring and it's something the tourists don't always know about. To the visitor it just looks like a muggy, dull day, when it's actually half the Sahara desert visiting itself upon us from on high. A couple more days yet before it's gone this time around, but it won't be as dull today and tomorrow as it was yesterday.
The cafe right on the quay at Halki has had a very tasteful facelift and Kyria Levkosia is back in her kitchen, so Grace tells me, which means I'll be going there next visit. This time around I went to Maria's and received a very warm welcome, as always of course.
|Babis has been vending his fresh fruit and small packs of honey and sesame seed covered nuts for 27 years at Butterfly Valley. A nicer chap you couldn't hope to meet.|
|"Big" Manolis, one of my favourite drivers, and I, in the "Saloni"|
|Panos, Grace's driver, plays Tavli in the Cafe on Halki harbour-front|
|Maria's, with freshly painted chairs and tables|