On the way to our favourite local coffee shop, an old cypriot man lived in a garden full of fruit trees – lemons, cumquats, and oranges. His name was Ioannis (pronounced Yannis). Whenever we passed Ioannis and he was in his front garden (either having a smoke or tending to the trees) we’d have a short… Continue reading In memory of Ioannis
In memory of Ioannis
