Symi Saturday Photos
I’ve delved into my ‘old’ folder for photos today as I found some from this time last year. They’re not very exciting, as you can see. Symi can be a quiet place in the winter, with people staying indoors out of the weather (which is currently as warm as a British June), or going away to visit family for Christmas, or going away to work a second job. It’s busier at certain times.
For example, after a music practice yesterday, we sat at Lefteris’ Kafeneion for a beer on the way home, making the most of the sunshine. This was around the time school was finishing for the day, midday, one o’clock, that kind of time. The schoolchildren come past at that time of day, parents pass as they go to collect them, the teenagers hurry past in groups on their way to their Xbox games, homework and private lessons as a lot of children have to take private lessons to secure them through the exams. What’s nice about this time of day is the way you are greeted and said hello to, in a polite and pleasant way. The rush dies down and, apart from the stalwart footballers in the square, things soon quieten down.
Not sure what the point of that was, and it has nothing to do with the photos, which are all bit bland if you ask me, but it might give you a small idea of what December is like over here. And, talking of politeness… We were at home during the week, as we are most of the time, when someone started work on the apartment below us, Some kind of building work was going on that involved a pretty hefty drill going into the walls. I think the landlord was having an aircon unit installed. We were going about our usual business when the doorbell rang, and a man stood there. He greeted Neil, who answered the door, and Neil replied in Greek. The chap then spoke English, saying, ‘Sorry, I didn’t realise anyone lived upstairs. Am I being noisy?’ Neil said, ‘Yes, but it’s okay.’ The workman was very apologetic and said he wouldn’t be long. He’d known we were upstairs because he’d heard our footsteps overhead – our floorboards are also the downstairs ceiling. How he’d heard us walking about over the sound of the drill is anyone’s guess, but still, a very decent thing to do, I thought. Seems like the work has stopped now and we’re left with only the sound of the drill that’s breaking up the stone or path one tier up from us. Not intrusive for us (you get used to hearing building work around the island, there’s always something going on), I’m just glad we don’t live in the house directly next to where the drill is being used, it’s been going on for days.
Anyway, more ramble than you usually get on a Saturday. I’m off for the weekend now, so you have a good one and remember, it’s not too late for Symi books and calendars to be delivered in time for next weekend. Wink, wink. The links are in the righthand column.