Kato Paphos is a tourist spot, usually heavy with the smell of suncream and souvlaki, loud with the ubiquitous Mediterranean whine of scooters and the tooting of horns, full of children and life and ice-cream. But on the Sunday mornings of mid-summer, when the air is pre-humid clear and the water as yet unstirred by the feet of bathers, it can be a paradise.
I was experimenting with shadows and wet footprints that morning.
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