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.
Friday 21 March 2008
Roadworks
Just recently, most of the greater area of Hania (practically the whole province) has had its roads dug up to lay new optic-fibre cables and get the whole district connected to the main sewage system. Greeks never feel any sense of urgency to get these works done in a reasonable amount of time. Why should they, when no one stresses them out over finishing anything punctually or safely (an important consideration, given that near the roadworks near our house two people so far have been killed on site). The residents in this central town street must be relieved that, after two months of suffering dust storms every time a car drove by, or a light breeze blew through the air, the tarmac is finally being laid, and they can wash their houses and cars again in full knowledge that the roadworks are over in their neighbourhood.
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