The archbishopric of Cyprus, where the “Big Mak” statue used to be, as a threat to pursuing cars, now replaced by a downsized version in marble. Archbishop Makarios’ limos are also parked outside.
As with everything else in this precinct, I was struck by how quiet all is, although it was high siesta time on a hot day.
My uncle Savvas used to serve in Makarios’ presidential guard. (Other trips downtown made him reminisce about being arrested, hands to the wall, during the 1974 coup, and imprisoned right up until the Turkish invasion.)
He is not a fan of the downsizing.