Goat bells at daybreak and church bells at midnight. Electric cicadas in afternoon sunlight.
Breezes that rustle through old olive trees. The whisper of Mediterranean seas.
You’ll forgive the parody. But you may also notice the commonality: these are all sounds. And they’re all the sounds of Cyprus. Or, at least, they were…
Our strongest memories of the island are usually the sights and smells: sun on the waves, jasmine
