Clean Monday and the beginning of Lent when Greeks celebrate the fast and welcome the dawn of spring.
A van stuffed full of artichokes is parked just up from the supermarket. A man in the old town is selling large shrimps from a basket. They're still wriggling.
There is bunting hanging across the streets and a civilised demonstration by young Communists outside the bank. The smell of freshly-baked bread pulls pedestrians in from the pavements and into the bakery.
And the town eccentric is clutching red and white cuddly toys and ribbons around his ample girth and wearing a long and blonde curly wig.
A music student practises the piano behind an open window, the queue in the fruit shop, where navel oranges are about ten cents each, is nine miles long. A small, masked parade appears from nowhere and strolls away along the street.
In the old town, my favourite bird, the swallow, flies over the sea wall and is joined by six more, dipping, and diving and laughing. They're here!
Tomorrow, we will walk out with our picnic basket and look out for flying kites.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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