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A mountainside graveyard; a place to truly rest in peace. Ranunculus. Tight petals unfurling, the colour of sunshine.
|I kept expecting Montalbano to walk round the corner.|
|Flaking turquouise paint. Standing at the top of a mountain. Absolute quietude.|
|Take a container, paint it white, add some flowers. Simple and beautiful. Aphrodite's rock. The birthplace of a legend.|
Everywhere you look, interesting doors.
The pictures that got away: herds of goats just roaming. A tiny hillside white church and the exquisite dimly-lit interior of the church at Omodos. A line of antique chandeliers, carved wood and giltwork. But alas, no photos allowed. A small woman dressed all in black watched me like a hawk, waiting to swoop.
Here's me, caught in the act. Click, click, click goes my camera. I look a bit guilty, don't I? That's because I've just been caught peeking into a courtyard.