Paphos

Another early (holiday early) start and in Pafos just before 10 where I had a second breakfast, (hooked in by free croissants) on the waterfront. I wandered along the fairly hideous hotel strip curious to see the hotel we had booked to celebrate my retirement back in March 2020. It seemed less crowded than most, and the 50m adults only pool which had attracted me to it in the first place looked as if it might have lived up to expectations.
The €5 daily bus ticket included all buses within Pafos district so to avoid the traffic fumes, minus most of red plated car hires now no longer so prevalent, I bussed it back to Ktíma Páfos. Walking through the newly vamped municipal market I discovered the Turkish quarter of Moúttalos and the abandoned Mosque with its unkempt graveyard. Without exception the inscriptions on the few stones that are left recorded deaths in either 1964 or 1974. A joint “cultural harmonious” project to restore the building seems to have ignored the Muslim cemetery.
In another trip switch to the past I noticed the tucked away Laona restaurant is still going strong and lamb stew with peas remains on the menu. I think we were last there in the late 1990s and the boys tasted their first pot rabbit.
Awesome, in the real sense of the word sunset this evening, the extra.