Quintessentially Greek

Part of the charm of Greece for me is how you continually come across picturesque and colourful scenes like this one in a narrow alleyway beneath the church in Pythagorion, yet there is always something incongruous modern (the litter in the olive groves, the overflowing bin by the church door). Here it is the bags of gravel perched on the old piece of machinery underneath the artwork.

We've had another lazy day, culminating in a Shirley Valentinesque meal at a beach taverna with the full moon rising again over the Turksh mountains as we ate. I resisted the urge to flirt with the waiter!