Today is a day of mourning. No work is done today. I cannot even sew on a button. Shops and businesses open after midday when the church service has finished. However, it is alright for the men to sit at the cafes and drink ouzo till they are sloshed. Drowning their sorrow no doubt.
At the morning service Christ is taken down from the Cross and placed on the flower bedecked bier. The priest will then go on to the cemetary where for a few euros he will say a prayer over your dear departed.
K and I delivered our eggs and cookies to friends and neighbours. I went across the water to Galatas on the car ferry to see our sinpethera (daughter's mother-in-law). Coming back two car ferries were plying the straits because of the huge numbers of cars bringing in visitors for the long weekend. Big BMW's, Range Rovers and Mercedes with darkened windows. The rich are still rich and ever more will be so. Every year I wonder at the sheer numbers of the city slickers' cars. It is a wonder the island does not sink under the weight.
Church bells ring the death knoll slowly all day long and flags are at half mast. In the evening we went up to the monastery for the candlelight parade. The faithful carry plain brown beeswax candles tonight.
The peaceful monastery courtyard outside the church