I was moving some data round this morning, and found my Cyprus photos on my memory stick. I’m not sure why I didn’t blog this lovely altar piece.
We’re still having problems with the loft ladder (6 months and counting), which means I have no access to the home PC, and have to grapple The Boy to blog from his laptop (he’s working all hours ce moment) – so it’s probably going to be sometime before you’re treated to my Christmas and New Year masterpieces 🙂
Lawrence Durrell immortalised the village of Bellapais in his book Bitter Lemons. Our 10 year old travel guide proved to be just as out of date as Durrell’s. The island is no longer ‘hardly touched by tourism’ – as this view to the sea shows. The golf course we had come to see is part of it of course.
Bellapais Abbey was built between 1158 and 1205 and enlarged later. It is one of the best examples of Lusignan period Gothic architecture in the Near East (we went in through the wrong entrance and gate crashed a wedding reception).
The local sandstone weathers in a really interesting way. The Boy likened it to honeycomb.
A little bit of the fresco is left.
The refectory had this lovely rose window…
…and other lovely shadows.
I guess this inscription is graffiti but I loved the script.
No idea who this saint is, but I like the way she is dealing with the child-like demon with a toffee hammer. One would have been handy on the flight home which was full of fractious children.
Fantastic teeth on this chair arm!
Cloisters are always lovely and peaceful. My dream house would have a cloister
This restaurant was just outside. I loved the greenery and the gourds.