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, 18 November 2008
Wherever there is a florist's in Greece, there is probably a a church or cemetery close by, and this particular road is filled with florists, as well as marble stone cutters, another requisite of the traditional final resting place of the Greek people.