A Saturday Night

We recently had our first night out.  Saturday night on the town.  Woohoo.  We went down to the main square for a change.  A change for me.  It's the hangout of the oldies, serious debaters and drinkers and K's friends, but not mine.

The owner was spraying down chairs and tables. He and his son wore masks.  

Further down the harbour another 'establishment' was closed for 15 days and fined 15,000 euros for refusing to remove a few tables and distance the rest of them.

                                                  

An early evening photo along the quay

The main square.

Cafeterias on all sides.

A favourite place for families with small children.  The parents can sit here and drink their 'coffee' and let their brood loose to play.  There are crowds of kids later as it cools down. The older generation go up  and down on their peratzatha, that 

 evening stroll, hand in hand, in quiet groups, in rowdy bands.

While children in other countries are going to bed  these kids are just beginning their evening of fun out of the sun

I hadn't had one of these since last summer.

After a few glasses of wine, a lot of socialising with K's cronies at the socially-distanced tables, we went for a souvlaki.

Pita bread wrapped around pork gyro, fried potatoes, lots of raw onion, tomato and tzatziki.  You have to have the bottomless pit of a teenage boy to eat more than one of these.

There are so many 'foreigners', Greeks and otherwise on the island now we have decided to stay up on our mountain and keep out of town for a week or so.

There were 50 news cases yesterday, 27 were imports. Our area is still safe and long may it be.