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, 13 February 2009
The last time we called in a plumber to unblock the bathroom sink, he fished out Barbie's shoes and a toy soldier. We paid him (the plumber, not the soldier) 50 euro.
Now bloody Spiderman's down there.
I'm waiting to see if he'll climb back up on his own.