Had a late coffee this morning downtown and after an hour or so of K chatting with the locals we decided to have a cold beer before going home.
Thursday, 4 August 2022
2 beers and a snack. My beer was alcohol free.
When we finished the first round the guy in the background here told the girl to bring us 2 more of what we were drinking and another plate of snacks.
The first plate was enough for breakfast and lunch. We were going to bring it home in a disposable bowl but more of K's friends stopped by so it got eaten.
And our benefactor? The local undertaker!
I know he's an acquaintance of K's but it was extremely generous of him to shout us all that.
Methinks he sees us as customers-soon-to-be and he'll make sure of it by feeding us lots of fat and alcohol. Ftoo ftoo ftoo. Begone, you evil eye.
He may bury us one day but hope it's not for many years yet.
He's a nice guy, arranges all the foreigners' funerals and any cremations which take place in Athens. He's got always got a smile and a joke. Not your grim, gloomy stereotype at all.
He has already buried a few in the extended family. That's a small community for you. Even the undertaker becomes part of the social circle.