I like baptisms. For the social gathering.
And less for the almost hysterical ceremonies.
But you do not rock the boat in Greece when it comes to traditions.
It is set to go, up at the Castro of the village at the church of Ταξιάρχις .
All is prepared and so is the priest,
who is there long in advance,
and so is the official photographer, both waiting for people to come.
|Breathtaking view on a rather gloomy day.|
|He sat down beside me, said hello and then he talked to his master.|
|The pool, the bucket and the oil.|