A Greek tragedy (almost)

This was shopping day. We found a bookshop, a tearoom, and finally a jeweller to get the chain for Lyn’s cartouche.

All should have been peaceful. I decided to set about the difficult task of packing all our stuff. To the clothes we had brought with us we needed to add two Greek rugs, Egyptian papyrus, sundry books and a present for everybody Lyn knew in the world.

I am getting into trouble for my “helpful” suggestions and it is gently suggested that I should ring up Olympic Airways, confirm our flight and check luggage allowances.

HORROR

Olympic tell us our tickets are cancelled. No! No! Remember Crete, I think? Much confusion and a dreadful 20 minutes ... they admit it is their error and they will ring back...

All is well! Seats confirmed. State of euphoria...

That evening we had a good dinner in the hotel and had dessert with a young girl from Manly. After dinner we thought we would walk up to the Acropolis expecting to see it lit ... but it wasn’t. One final attraction closed for the Winter.