A trip to the very west of the Lesvos coast line has become a habit. Passing so many fantastic villages, churches, view sites and people everywhere. Always visiting Taverna The Golden Key, family and cooking skills. It is too empty right now in the village, but always leaves an imprint! An absolutely unique part of the whole of Europe, I reckon.
Instead of being baked alive in the heat out where the remaining petrified trees are, I go back to the Natural History Museum. What a gem and of such magnitude that it is hard to understand how it can be housed in such a small village. But, it is where it should be...
Instead of being baked alive in the heat out where the remaining petrified trees are, I go back to the Natural History Museum. What a gem and of such magnitude that it is hard to understand how it can be housed in such a small village. But, it is where it should be...
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| JUST ANOTHER FACE OF THE ISLAND OF ISLANDS. |
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| A SWIM AND A NAP ON THE BEACH AFTER LUNCH... |
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| GRABBING THE TOOLS FOR FOOD. |
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| TELLING STORIES OF THE SEA OUTSIDE. |
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