Life in the Slow Lane…
There was a welcoming bar in a little square with rattan cane tables and chairs under leafy trees with books and backgammon available for customers to sit and enjoy and idle some of the day away. As we were getting accustomed to this pace of life we drank coffee and ordered baklava and stayed a while until it was time to go back.
Folegandros is a dreamy timeless sort of place in a sort of 1960s time warp and all around there were were lots of ageing beardy hippies with ponytails, wearing white linen and flip-flops and carrying sketch pads. All that was missing was the joss sticks and the candles, the flowers and the guitars.
Stunning candids, beautifully captured.
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I love this!
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Thanks
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Very familiar picture!
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My ambition…
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I’m glad you never seem to have any everyday life, Andrew. Keep up the happy travels.
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Thanks Richard. I have just returned from travelling in Greece and Turkey – very interesting considering the history between these two countries.
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