Spanakopita filled with feta smooth as butter; chicken soup creamy with egg and lemon, sharp with dill; pillow-soft lamb; baklava taken apart into cream, crunch, cinnamon and caramel.

A witch flying through the chambers of a creaky house; a ghost weeping in a Japanese temple; a mad prophet careening through the streets spilling his visions like blood.

Much to tell, but it’s been a very busy weekend and there isn’t time to say much before some guests arrive to say hello to Zheli and give Ross birthday hugs. Meantime, here—enjoy: