“They wandered off along the track that lined the shore, overhung with Judas trees. Small fishing boats with painted eyes were drawn up on the beach, watching them as they passed. On the rocks, fishermen sat mending their nets or cleaning the day’s catch.
Yashim sniffed the air.
‘That smells good, my friends!’
A group of fishermen were sitting around a fire and dipping bread into a cauldron. ‘You are very welcome, kyrie. Join us. Take some bread, and have a little wine.’