I meant to say, we went to Georgio’s for our anniversary day lunch, and I mention that because we’re often asked by newcomers where the best place to eat in the village is. We never single out any one place, but say it’s a case of what you are after, and then run off the list of every eatery up here. George and Maria’s is a place that hasn’t changed much over the years. Sadly, you’re no longer allowed to view the dishes in the kitchen in the traditional way, and their setup doesn’t allow for glass cabinets with the food behind, as some do. I’m still amazed by how much ends up on your plate when you order a main, though, and I love the way they do other salads now, and not just Horiatiki. I mean the mixed salad they do, not the classic tomato salad, which is basically a tomato on a plate. Of course, I didn’t think to take any photos of my oven chicken, but here’s one of the anniversary bouquet on the windowsill.

The only other photo I have is another balcony shot. This was yesterday, when some friends of ours set off to Athens on the Blue Star. (You should be almost there by the time you read this, if not already on your second ferry of the trip.) It remains one of my favourite things to do, to take the ferry up to Athens overnight. Mind you, these days you need a bit of a windfall to afford a cabin, but if you do, it’s a great adventure. Well, if you don’t have a cabin but you have the flu, and you’re coming back from Athens overnight in January and you have to sleep in a seat or on the floor… then it’s a different story. I still enjoyed the trip, though.

So, off they go and off I go into another varied day. Have fun.

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Thank you to everyone who sent anniversary and birthday wishes (for Neil) yesterday, and happy birthday for yesterday to Claudia and Justine (and my grandfather, who would have been 120 yesterday), and anyone else who does the 8th September. We met up with a few friends in the village square and went to lunch at Georgio’s, and that was followed by Neil having to work a reasonably busy shift at the bar where fun was had by all.

None of which has anything to do with my photos today. These are dragged from the ‘might be useful one day’ file to illustrate nothing in particular. One shot of wood somewhere in the village, another of the inside of the bar in winter, showing one of Neil’s photos, and one of a cat.

It’s 6.40 right now, the soldier downstairs has just gone off to work, you can tell by the clump-thump of the boots in the alleyway. These guys must get so hot in the summer in full gear with long socks, the boots, caps… The sun’s about to come up, the cockerels have been going all night, and I know ’cos I was up at five with my nose completely bunged up thanks to a mixture of dust and trees. The sparrows and collard doves have just got going too, and I can hear a small boat chugging out to sea. Apart from that, it’s all deliciously quiet today… so far.

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It’s anniversary day in our household today, three of them falling on one day. Other than that, it’s been a quiet weekend with early starts at the desk…

Some writing, some plotting, planning and some research too. This morning’s job is to look into the structure of the City of London police as it was in 1893 and then learn how to tie a noose – it’s best you don’t ask! Some of the things I have to look up online… Eek! Apart from that… there was music in the square last night, the Yialos to Panormitis marathon has been run, the day boats continue to come in, and the weather is cooling down. It’s that time of year already when I have a fan beside me, but I have to wear a shirt because it’s cold, but without the fan, it would be too stuffy. Still, nice early mornings…

One thing I did try to research was the manufacture of my old Louis Vuitton trunk, which has been with me since I was eight. I had a look at the label and tried to find any info I could from the net and found one site that turned out to be inaccurate. It said, LV didn’t open at the Champs-Élysées address until 1925, but I have since found out that it opened in 1914, so I know the trunk is post 1914. The other addresses were in use before that, so they don’t help. There’s something about the placement of the serial number being beside the label, not above or on it, but when I search for info on that, I only get answers about modern serial numbers. Anyway, it’s an ongoing investigation, and talking of which, I must get back to London in 1893, and the nursery rhyme ‘Oranges and Lemons.’

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Just some photos to round off the week, and some are from much earlier this year, and some are more recent. No theme, just a random collection from my folder. I have no plans for the weekend, just the usual, but who knows? Anything can happen, and there may be something to talk about by Monday, I might have a thought or two about anything and nothing, I might not. In the meantime, here’s a gallery.

And, if you like historical fiction of all times and types, you might be interested in browsing this collection of 39 titles.

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’Twas a very pleasant day yesterday, starting at the desk at 5.30 where, by ten, another chapter had emerged. We took advantage of the water intake and took showers before meeting a godson at 11.45 to head down to Yialos. There, we visited the jewellers to arrange an alteration before heading off on separate missions and side quests. There were a fair few visitors to negotiate as we toured, walking against the tide at times, but being able to use the cut-throughs and avoid the floods. I bought a cap from the hardware shop (€1.00) to cap off a feed tap in an unused bathroom, visited another shop, and met up with Neil at taverna Trata where we had lunch.

After which, we hung out at Pavlis for a drink, watched some of the day trippers rushing back to their boats, enjoyed the view across the harbour through a gap in the moored boats, and caught up on harbour news from our host. When it came time to leave, we knew we had missed the 14.00 bus, and saw there were several people waiting for taxis, of which there were none at the time, so we walked up the steps, said goodbye to the godson, and, as it was time for Neil to go to work, went to work.

The turtle dove was back, though only one of them yesterday. I hope the other is alright. They are so trusting and tame, they practically share your frappé. They fly off to higher ground if anyone comes too near, but otherwise…

That was the closest shot I could get. I have ordered a small, pocket-sized, digital camera for an upcoming trip, so hopefully, I will be able to take better distance shots than my current phone camera allows. Anyway… after the shift and some chat with friends, it was home time after a long day out, an episode of The Crown (again, because it is so easy to watch and well filmed), and off to bed by 20.30. A pleasant way to spend a Wednesday.

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