A day in Greece

Corfu appeared out of the mist.It wasnt sunny and postcard perfect, but an early exploration of the pretty town revealed a lovely sojurn - especially before two ship loads of tourists a ppeared. (The cecret is to be on one of the early shuttle buses and beat them all)There are tiny lanes with 3 and four story buildings revealing a glory of past times, holding hands with clothes lines strung between, and weather beaten shutters. The elderly men are out greeting one another and the shops putting out their wares,(I wonder how much is genuinly local or from China), but they add colour to the streets.
The laneways reveal all sorts of treasures, tiy apothacaries, little barber shops, where the barber must know all the locals and spend more time chatting than cutting, and it will all be good.The local priest wanders down the street, in his big black hat and black robes greeting so many he knows, and there are the carzy vespa riders, weaving everywhere.
The bus drivers who ferry us form the ship to town are amazingly silled. The parking is chaotic, driving worse than Paris (though apparently better than Naples!) ad we are amazed how he weaves the bus down tiny streets and did not scrape a single car. The nonchalant look on drivers face revealed this is apparently the norm Corfu welcomes you in its cosy casual way, and invites you to accept their ways as special and good for them and visitors while you are with them. It was lovely, even without the sun
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