When I titled the fist post in the travelogue "Prologue", shortly after arriving in North Cyprus, I knew I would want to call the last one "Epilogue" but I had no idea what this would be. Well, something forced itself on me.
Silver RestaurantWhen we first stayed in North Cyprus in 2002 we were at a holiday where the owner was a regular mystery. So we often escaped over the coastal rocks to the next door restaurant - the Silver. We spent quite a bit of time there chatting with owner and the cook {the cook taught me the delight of drinking raki with fish}. Here we all are. [Hilary wants you to know that the strange appearance of her hair is a trick of the flash
light. She does not now, nor has she ever had, a strange crowning glory like that falsely depicted].2002In 2017 I noticed on a map that something called the Silver Restaurant was still there. So one night we set off to find it. Sure enough it was there -just where we left it! We didn't recognize the chap who came to take our order but we showed him the photo above anyway. "That's my dad!". So we met up again. The cook had died since 2002 - apparently he had been too fond of his raki - but the rest of us had our photo taken again.
2017When you are so used to restaurants changing hands, being renamed, or being closed down every year or so, it really is quite reassuring to find one place that has the same name, is in the same place and is owned and run by the same family. Cheers!