The time has finally come to peace out of Italy and go somewhere new. Quite accidentally I landed in Patras, Greece. The site-seeing began instantly, in the form of cultural observation. I knew Dan would be a good fellow people-watcher when he noted the traditional Greek, hobbit-like chest and back fur: “It’s just so billowy!”
Upcoming – confessions of my last stint in Italy and the misadventures that got me here.