As expected, after I had been studying the religious books and began making a small pile of titles I wanted to procure, a woman about my age came over and introduced herself as the owner. “I am Eleni Georgiou, the owner. May I help you find anything in particular?”
I was grateful that I had learned a bit about early religious texts over the past few days because I had been able to develop a real interest in them, mostly for their folklore implications but also as artifacts themselves. “Is it that obvious I’m American?” I said when she addressed me in English.
She laughed. “It was the shoes.” She looked down at my Jordans and smiled. “Not typical Cypriot footwear.”
I smiled. “I don’t know how all of you can walk in those sandals.”
“Oh, I don’t.” She stepped out from behind the table bet
