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.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Plateia Dikastirion on a very wet day.
(I'm standing in front of the district court of Hania)
First time here. I found you through Liz's blog and i'm glad i did!!. How i love Crete, I'm Greek i have many friends from Crete where i spend the most of my summer vacations. I m follwing your lovely blog and i'd love if you did the same. Have a great time! :)
Nice. But don't keep all the rain to yourselves, let it continue eastward just a little more.
ReplyDeleteI like how you said "mourning" the fallen olives. It's true.
Enjoyable interlude today.
ReplyDeleteAloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
You seem to be getting a lot of wet weather this year.
ReplyDeleteFirst time here. I found you through Liz's blog and i'm glad i did!!.
ReplyDeleteHow i love Crete, I'm Greek i have many friends from Crete where i spend the most of my summer vacations.
I
m follwing your lovely blog and i'd love if you did the same.
Have a great time!
:)