On Cyprus’s southern shore, Larnaca greets the Mediterranean with an easy grace — neither boastful nor hurried, just quietly radiant. It’s a city that doesn’t need to shout for attention. Instead, it hums with authenticity: the scent of sea salt and souvlaki, the echo of church bells drifting through narrow lanes, and the flutter of pink wings over a shimmering salt lake.
Where Paphos tells tales of gods and kings,
