It is difficult for most people to imagine what it is like to live in a small village on a remote island. The days are quiet and slow. On the pathways we see the same faces every day. There is a bustle of activity in the mornings as children race to school and adults wander toward work. The afternoons are very quiet while most people are at home sharing the big meal of the day. A resurgence of life happens after 5:00pm when children play in the narrow pathways, teachers pause for coffee at local cafes and shops reopen.
The fields around Chora are alive with wildflowers...an exuberant expression of happy daisy faces
laced with brilliant red poppies and vibrant purples!
I can never resist the allure of old doors that lead into empty lodgings.
I wonder who lived behind these doors in past years!
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