Sunday 15 April 2012
Processions in the streets on Friday evening, not easy to get a good photo. We watched from the balcony of Rob’s bar, and saw one procession come from the south, go past, stop, turn and come back; and later another one from the north, which reached the same point and turned back too. Must be a parish boundary.
On Sunday, Marie-Do (French owner of the villa at the top of our track by the corner of doom, who was renting an apartment to Mum) invited us all to Greek Easter, with two beasts (said in a French accent) on the spit and lots of salads.
Mum got into the spirit, but was disappointed that it was a bit too multinational and not enough Greek, and retired, just before Gerry and Nik started to boogie.
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