I can taste the coffee! A very colourful account accompanied by lovely vibrant pictures. Thanks Claire. Another great read and insight into that fascinating world of yours xxx
Your lines, 'In the silver-blue early evenings of winter, this is where the town residents make their ‘voltes’ (promenades) against a backdrop of lights threaded around the bay, while motorcycle delivery boys rattle in and out the traffic flowing across the bridge between Voulismeni Lake and the sea.' ... puts us in the cafe table just next to you, sipping a kafe élleniko and taking in the passing joys, then lifting the overturned cup to see what the future foretells ... thank you as always, Claire!
I feel the chill of the sea air while the sun warms my face, as I sip my coffee. Then i wake up in grey old England!
Pack up the business and move it to Kritsa. Simples!!!
I can taste the coffee! A very colourful account accompanied by lovely vibrant pictures. Thanks Claire. Another great read and insight into that fascinating world of yours xxx
Glad you like it. Craig keeps asking me how I write about something whilst writing about nothing! It's a delicate dance! 😀
That’s funny 😂
Your lines, 'In the silver-blue early evenings of winter, this is where the town residents make their ‘voltes’ (promenades) against a backdrop of lights threaded around the bay, while motorcycle delivery boys rattle in and out the traffic flowing across the bridge between Voulismeni Lake and the sea.' ... puts us in the cafe table just next to you, sipping a kafe élleniko and taking in the passing joys, then lifting the overturned cup to see what the future foretells ... thank you as always, Claire!
Thank you for your lovely comments. So glad you like to come along with me!