The wind has enjoyed it's restlessness... It continues to rush around.. It tips hats from the heads of the unprepared ... It causes ladies to clutch their knees to ensure their dresses do not rise to unacceptable heights.
We approach the ticket booth at the cable car.... We observe a former patron emerge.. She is crying... Penguin number one reassures us all... It will be fine... No problems... The wind howls... She looks less confident than a minute earlier... We populate the cable car... Down we go... Penguin number one is quiet... Sits still... Refuses to change seats... Fantastic view... Gentle descent... Over the donkey paths... On to the old port... The wind has been left behind in the caldera...
Watch the tour ship patrons come ashore... Interact with the delightful store holders... Without exception they are cheerful, playful and polite... Visit the donkey station... feel sorry for the poor creatures... Understand that they are breadwinners for the families of their minders....
The return value car ride causes no consternation... Be absolutely surprised.... Stop at a restraurant... Read the two boards out the front... One board... Takeaway menu.... The other board... The in-house menu ... They look similar... The girl rushes out... The takeaway menu is for free delivery to your hotel.... Much cheaper than in-house she says .... I still don't understand! - we wander on to introduce John and Merie to the culinary excellence of a Pita wrapped Gyros...
Tourists abound... Preoccupied with the sights.. Preoccupied with their selfie sticks... Cuddle... Look at the stick... Cuddle... Raise the selfie stick again... Smile... Lose concentration... Tap the passer-by with the stick... Sorry... Sorry... Sorry... It's ok. It's ok... It's ok... Another view... Raise the self stick...
The tourists wander past shop after shop... They are greeted by smiles and good days from the vendors... All in good cheer... Their pressure present but restrained.. The tourists enjoy the shops... Enjoy the views... Enjoy the sensation of the caldera.. Their concentration waivers... Gentle collisions occurs... Sorry... Sorry... Sorry... It's ok. It's ok... It's ok... Everyone happy.
The wind continues to exercise its dominion over the caldera... As our siesta proceeds we listen to it having its way with the world around us... We listen to the clatter... clatter.. the clatter of cases fitted with wheels ill-equipped to deal stone inlaid footpath of Greece... The clatter of cases will be the fourth dimension of our memories of Greece...
The financial scars of last night's dining has made the travellers a little more cautious... avoid candidates in the cliff face... Turn away from the ridge... A delightful Italian experience...
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It is amazingly - white! Pam
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