I’m making a brief layover here en route to Berlin, just to share some images of Crete.
My brother got married here on a balmy Cretan evening:
The monastery at Aptera
The flower-girls wore wreaths of jasmine and carried:
Baskets of rice and lavender
The groom and his dudes wore black tie and:
Your correspondent wore:
Black, and a statement necklace. Also, statement grasses attaching themselves to the hem of her very long gown. A good look.
On Crete, there are many women dressed in widow’s weeds. We saw one driving a Vespa with walking stick in hand, a fat bandage on her leg and no helmet. After having heard the explanation that the term “crone” is sexist and misogynist, my daughter came up with a word for the male equivalent:
Meet the moan
On Crete there are:
Very small churches
Beaches that look like Cape Town
Beaches that look like Barbados
Beaches that look like nowhere else on earth
Now that I’ve really got your attention, I’m off to Berlin. I think it’s missing me.
And my sophisticated sense of humour.