Photo: C messier via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.o O lovely red mullet, Anna said to the fish as Vassilis of the scraggly eyebrows in the agora, Chaniá’s covered market, held it up for her to inspect, cleaned and ready to wrap in paper once she agreed on...
They say the mountain people on the island of Crete still measure the walking distance from village to village in the number of cigarettes a man smokes while walking. I don’t smoke. I’m an American ex-pat who gets by driving a cab. I don’t know how many...
