Strolling around the narrow streets of Omodos was like being in some of the villages back home, so similar was the overall atmosphere. We visited an old wine making mill, which again brought back memories from Portugal, before heading to a local tavern where we had a typical meal.
As I walked out of the tavern I looked at the Troodos mountain slopes and felt excited with what the afternoon would unveil. We would finally be able to explore some of Troodos' frescoe painted churches ... and I just couldn't wait ...
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