This man certainly tried his hardest to sell his garlic to the taverna proprietor. He didn't make a sale but he still went away happily , singing to all and sundry!! I wonder if he was on commission???
Greek filoxenia abounds in Vassiliki. This lovely gent would greet us every evening . He insisted on inviting us for a drink and we have very fond memories of him. He even came to see us off when it was time to leave. When we returned to Vassiliki 4 years later he remembered us, as we did him.
I know I have mentioned this gentleman already, but hey, it's tough writing about local customs for a town you got bored visiting. Ma Kettle loves visiting churches, but Pa Kettle goes under protest...
This old gent amuses himself regularly, by rolling perfectly good oranges down the long, winding hill, past unsuspecting tourists like us, watching from undercover as it makes it's way past our toes, and down and around the bend in the hill. Remnants of previous attempts were noted by yours truly, a quarter of a mile down the hill and past two rather sharp turns.
Hey, I was intrigued, give him an 'Atta Boy' for entertaining Ma Kettle and I as we waited (forever) for our bus home.
Wherever we have been in Greece, it seems it is the custom for the ladies to tend the vegetable gardens. We love watching them going about their business, chattering away to each other.
Lefkes has beautifully kept streets, pride of community evident as you stroll up freshly swept avenues.