Fertile land, at the crossroad towards eastern Mesaoria. Blues of Pentadaktylos and ochres, greens of the olive and the carob tree, cypresses. Raised fields. To reach Lef konoiko I pass through Agios Georgios where the church, with its semi-collapsed roof, stands beside the colourful plastic imported playground and the statue of Kemal. And from the evergreen Sygkrasi, where I am pleasantly surprised to find the church in a relatively good condition. Lefkonoiko is a town, I didn’t visit its centre but wandered around its beautiful and well-kept fields.
