The thought of doing anything like a ‘travelogue’ post of our voyage to Crete and Athens last September has been daunting, and therefore left undone. To be sure, sloth factors in, but there’s also the ‘inflicting’ of the vacation pictures on friends aspect, which also inclines one toward ‘don’t’. So, maybe just a bite-sized piece every now and then. Here’s one.
We arrived on Crete in the city of Chania, where we stayed for four days before traveling east. Our favorite restaurants the whole stay — ‘The Well of the Turk’ and ‘The Vineyard’ — were located on the alleyway to our hotel. Blind luck.
Around the corner from our tiny hotel, we discovered a beautiful and beautifully maintained private residence, whose street level is now a bar and gallery space. On exhibition, a collection of photographs and memorabilia of actress and activist Melina Mercouri. The owner of the house had been Ms. Mercouri’s hairdresser.
The six-foot banner there on the wall of the building was, well… joyous. Smaller poster versions were everywhere. I asked a staff member at the bar to oblige me with a very short stack of them. Recipients back here at home have been likewise enchanted.
You might think there’d have been more suitable souvenirs, but I love poster art. Besides, I live with Prince Tchotchke, aka Count Objet, and there’s really no more room here in the house for anything that’s not flat.