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The locals may just cycle past, but when you see the BIG
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Archbishop Makarios died many years ago but
had a personae as big as his statue. |
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Once again note the oranges. |
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My walk continues, overseen by a dog on a balcony. |
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I love old doors, windows and shutters. |
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Now its a cat checking up on me. Looks like
our very own Tiggy. |
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the walls up against the Green Line. Because of that, they tend to exist in
a bit of a time warp: 1974. They are still scarred by the battle for
occupation and still have the scars of bullets in abandoned buildings. For
that reason, I always find it fascinating to explore the worlds last divided
city. It is invariably very quiet as people and traffic can only cross at
designated checkpoints. I will add no comments because the pictures speak
for themselves. There are memories of the missing decades here, but perhaps
for not much longer. |
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I was also able for my very first time to
walk into the Turkish sector of Nicosia. I had wanted to do this for many
previous visits, but this was the year I was able to achieve my wish. What
was it like? Once again, the pictures speak for themselves. The houses are
similar, Mosques are Mosques (except when they were built as cathedrals!)
and people are people. |
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Here, I am on my way to collect my Turkish Visa for a
very brief stay. (My choice) I met
several Greek Cypriots who have visited the north recently. |
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This, the sign informs, is a danger ous (sic) building!
There is a blue line to follow which takes one around the
most interesting parts of Turkish occupied Nicosia.
It does get very faint in places! |
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The Arab Ahmed Mosque or the Kumardjilar
Khan. I'm not sure which.
Maybe someone can put me right. |
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