It appears to exist solely for pleasure seekers, which is no bad thing.
It seems to be based on an ancient Greek town. One story has it that Sirince means ugly but it has some spectacular views.
Its only claim to fame in recent times is that a decade or so ago new age folk flocked there to witness the apocalypse predicted in Mayan lore. Don’t laugh! Katy and I were using the same story to ward of the London Olympics.
As well as Sirince I spent some time visiting the vibrant market and it made me wonder why we couldn’t have similar things in medium sized towns in Britain.
The story goes that the shops are being driven out of business by the internet: but everyone here has a phone which they use all the time, for example to translate my words.
There are no empty shops and if there are any charity shops I haven’t seen them.
Just don’t even think about doing it, whatever it is.
Pregnant cat?
It looks like one of those roadside altars you see in Ireland but I wonder if it’s a holy well? The population of Sirince used to be Christian only a century ago.
Plastic bag fragments tied to a tree as prayers?
Jonathan Brind