The old minaret adjacent to St Nikolaos church is a perfect reminder of the way the East met the West in the town I made my home, Chania, Crete, Greece. The photographs I post all help to tell a part of a longer story that focuses on the town and its citizens, whether they are living there now, or have made their home in other parts of the world. As a newer resident, by writing about the town in this way, I am trying to put some order into the chaos that I seem to be confronted with.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
The calm before the storm
It is mid-March, the beach is void of deckchairs, sunbathers and fast-food kiosks, despite the fact that it's a very warm day (15 degrees Celsius at 8:30am). Calendar Easter weekend is coming up, but the charter flights don't officially start jamming in the package tourists until mid-April. It's going to be a slow start to the season. I live close by here - the road leads to the supermarkets, which is how I came to be at the beach so early in the morning.
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