It is a tradition in Greece to collect wild flowers from the hills and create wreaths to hang over the doorways on the first day of May. John and I went on a flower gathering expedition and were almost blown off our feet at one point. We made the mistake of walking up toward the windmills where the wind was blowing fiercely. Reversing directions, we walked through the back passages of Xhora and collected flowers that were growing from the cracks in the steps.
Hanging from our door.
And at Jazzmin Cafe/Bar.
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