Cyprus night

We took Paul and Ruth for a meze in Pissouri village this evening, so they could experience some traditional food and music. I find the traditional music here a bit depressing, but not long after this, they broke into a warbling rendition of My Way, which was even more depressing, and had us all wincing in agony at the table. I must remember that the days are that much shorter, so I need to start taking photos before the light fades.