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.
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
The Greek pater
The priest was walking along a busy road when I spotted him. Greek priests never remove their garb in public, not even retired ones. I wonder how they feel in the midday heat with so much clothing - maybe they just don't go out at that time of day.
In New Zealand, I used to attend the Greek Orthodox Church of Wellington, where the main service would start at 10am, just so everyone could have a little sleep in before they got up and went to church. In Greece, church services have finished by 10:30am. Given the priest's clothing, it is little wonder. Hence, not many people go to church on a regular basis, just turning up to memorial services and special occasions.
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I like this photo as it shows a sight I have never really seen in my lifetime.
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