A simple life...
Lefkas is blessed with beautiful, beautiful churches, dating from the 15th, 16th, and 17th centuries, most importantly the Church of the Holy Trinity. The church is built entirely of white marble, produced by Paros itself. It contains icons by Parian artists, and now houses post-Byzantine icons which at one time used to decorate the three smaller churches in Lefkas. The images of our orange roller come to mind. This elderly gentleman was quite tickled when he caught us by surprise as he rolled oranges down the centre of the street. After all, who expects an orange to roll past your feet on a deserted cobblestoned street.
A simple life is led by the 500 inhabitants of this rather rural, but beautiful little town. A stroll through Lefkas, is like a step back into time.
This trip was on a very long ,bumpy and dusty dirt track in 1988. I expect the road is paved now. It was blowing a gale and the sea was very wild. Superb wild coastal views. There is also a lighthouse.
From Athani, along the ridge of Mega Oros, to the end of the road. Took a long time to get there.
"Our Furry Friends..."
Whilst staying in Vassiliki, a family of cats befriended us. They were exceptionally friendly and each day another member would appear. We even gave them all names and made a graph of which ones visited on which days!!! I think we lost track of how many there were by the end of the holiday.
We would leave the shutters open and they would creep in during the night. We never knew which or how many would be in the room in the morning.
Our biggest concern was that they would starve after we had gone as it was the end of the season but we simply could not ignore them.
"That's a Bit Greedy..."
Not content with one on his knee.......
How could you not give these a cuddle?
"Oh, That Look....."
I just love this photo of the cat looking adoringly at Michael.
It was tricky work making sure they all had something to eat.
"Can We Come In??"
I don't think they were waiting for permission to enter but once they had been allowed in, there was no going back.
The cats would sleep on the chairs during the day and wait for us to come home. It was a nice feeling, having cats welcoming you home.
That's what he was waiting for. This one we called Frank.