Pics of Nothing in Pic-ticular

 

A roadside shrine.  They usually mark the place of an accident.  They are put up either as a memorial or a thank you for a near miss.  This shrine is just to mark the little church down the dirt track behind it, as far as I know.  It's on a flat piece of road, no curves or bumps.

No place for an accident though we do have a few teenage hooligans on the island who do wheelies and race each other on motor bikes with broken exhausts around here.  These bits of straight road up in the hills are ideal for that.  Unfortunately we can hear the noise, especially at 2am and so can our neighbours dotted here and there amongst the once peaceful countryside.

Last summer when we had all the windows open to get a bit of breeze or were sleeping outside they were damned annoying. 

We waited for someone else to call the police. No one did. 

No one wants to start a vendetta with local families, most of whom are friends or relatives. 

   

The new norm. Not the soda or the nice glass but the amount of wine in that fancy glass.

Before the café was redecorated, renamed and taken over by the younger generation that glass would have been brought to me full of red wine. The wine is the same, drinkable, the price has gone up a little but boo-hoo, the level has dipped down into the doldrums.

Soda saves the day. I filled up the glass with soda and turned it into red champan-izé . As the weather gets warmer a few ice cubes and a fill-up with soda makes it a lighter drink.

An addition to our neighbourhood sign.

'F*** you, we are from Athens'

Splendid.

A thank you from those damn Greek tourists who jam up our roads and beaches, clutter up our cafes and tavernas, stop in the middle of the road to admire the view, push into the queue at the supermarket, click their fingers at the waiter and expect first service.