the day dawned warm and sunny
so we toddled off to the little church down the road to take part in the celebrations of Agios (saint) Antonis and Agios Georgios (the greek St George)
We arrived just in time for a lecture on the lives of Sts Antoni and Georgios and the final blessing of the breads.
The service started around 7am but worshippers come and go as they please. So informal. Only half an hour of standing so it wasn't too tiring. I usually get sore feet standing still for longer an am hopping about on one foot trying to give the other a rest.
I have never heard of this Greek St George whose name day is on the same day as Antoni. He's a recent saint, from the 1800's and of course went through terrible torture at the hands of the Turks but came out smelling of roses and with all limbs intact.