So I have a coffee and a cake in the plateia and Mr Grigg goes up the steps to pay the water bill. The ladies in the office allow him to walk out on the balcony like Juan Peron and he takes a couple of photos. All is quiet.
And then Thassos arrives from the bakery around the back, his arms full of bread.
It's the best time of day. It's cool before the heat of the sun beats down and makes us all turn into sweaty blobs.
There is a bit of confusion as he weighs the parcel and works out the price. He does it again, just to make sure. It's not only the first parcel to be sent from the new post office, it's going to England.
And to my friend in England whose birthday it is next week, this blog is your proof of postage.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x