The first two sketches here are of rural Greece. Many older people, especially women, wore very traditional looking dress up in the mountains. We read somewhere that lots of older rural greek women still believe in the "evil eye". I don't know how true this is but they did feel like they were from another time. I tried to look especially sweetly at them as we passed so as not to give the impression I was concocting a hex.
The bottom two drawings are from Athens. Jenny reading her new book and a busker we came across near the Acropolis. He was playing the dulcimer with impressive dexterity, adding intricate flights of fancy to popular tunes and spontanous jams. We lingered for quite a while and caught a few tunes, including an amazing rendition of the chicken dance. I don't often find strange grown men adorable but this rotund turkish gentleman with a sleepy smile, white skivvy and old-wordly charm was something else!  |
| olive groves have been our staple wild camp for a while now. Note - olives direct off the tree are not very nice. |
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