Afternoon sleeping...

Slowly walking the village streets. It is a hot afternoon.

One of the first this Summer. I stop and recognize a sense of impasse.

Everyone and everything holding its breath.

Waiting for murmur and humans.

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Rendez-vous with cat.

A quiet chat.

Patient Panagiotis.

Environment for Ignatios and mezé.

Party is over...

And then everyone gathered outside. 

Like a school break for the Summer holiday.

Some talking, some just watching.

Some of us stayed for lunch, going in for landing.

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And it all went on......

The older generation has time to be there long in advance. 

It is an important social gathering. I have seen most of the people before.

Then came friends, the family, papous, giagia, the Godfather and parents.

And E, who more looked surprised than anything else.

It was all a warm feeling for me to sort of watch from the outside looking in.

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Photographer at work.

Early birds.

Papous.

Giagia and friend.

Exchanges.

Sweet friend.

No one could be in safer hands.

Profiles.

Everyone watching.

Set for βάπτισμα...

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. 

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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.

Easter, peaceful Easter...

Amazing to me how much Easter is in the system of each Greek I know.

Dressing up for visit to church on Easter Night. Family gatherings and lots of joy.

Visiting Nature during the day, taking a swim at Xristi Akti,

and the sea and shores were friendly.

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Back for holy weekend.

Hardly a whisper.

Changes face every year.

Preparing a holy place, waiting for guests.

Contemplating with the sea.

Perhaps the best time of the year...

Out of all fantastic choices there are,

when choosing the best time of the year, I choose now. 

I have had it for this Winter up the north. 

It is this break before the real heat arrives,

and fellow tourists are flooding the beach,

when Spring cats are looking for company

 and the beach of Psiriara holds it´s breath.

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Knock, knock.

Still quiet.

Not just sand.

Good humans everywhere...

Starting to travel around again, in between working sessions. 

Never get enough of that. 

Always new places to see. 

Going with R. on motor bikes, 

meeting with the village poet in Ántissa

and resting by a taverna by the sea in Termís.

New imprints to take in.

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