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.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
When earth is dug up in order to prepare the ground for a building project, the soil and rocks need to be moved or stored in some way. This fenced off property does just that: the soil is very fertile so it is sold to people who want to add it to their garden, and the rocks and stones make good value building materials for houses and decorative fences.
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Hi Maria! Interesting!! Nothing is lost...
ReplyDeleteBlogtrotter, which is always one year late in posting ;), headed to London December 2008. Enjoy and have a great week!
Oh nice! I'll take a ton.
ReplyDeleteWhat, no antiquities down under?
Hi Maria to you!
ReplyDeleteOne of the nicest gestures a neighbor ever made to welcome us in the springtime was to bring fresh soil for the garden. There had been construction on one of her properties and as you well know soil is never wasted in Crete. This wonderful soul pushed an entire wheel barrel full all the way up from the crossroad by herself...and she is not a young woman. The generosity was so heartfelt, I will never ever forget it. It was almost embarrassing, but she was so proud to have been able to give us such a "gift" and always drops by to see how we tend the garden.
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