In the Heat of the Day
Narrow lanes in the oldest part of Chorio. Too narrow even for a laden donkey to pass, restoring houses up here means many hours of moving materials by wheelbarrow or on shoulders from the nearest access point, often a good 20 minutes away. This is one of the reasons why houses on Symi tend to be expensive.
Symi museum in Chorio - closed for the afternoon siesta.
Those solid doors conceal a shadey courtyard and many fascinating artifacts from Symi's
distant and recent past.
Villa Wookie - high up in the top of Chorio, in the museum quarter and one of the
oldest restored buildings in the area.
When I set off at 7 in the morning to walk to work, I pass shepherds, builders, carpenters and plumbers. Locals are out in the terraces, picking the sweetest, most tender shoots of the caper bushes to pickle and are tossing last night’s bread leftovers to their chickens and goats. The aromas of cooking follow me down the Kali Strata as the sensible housewife prepares the main meal for the family first thing in the morning, to serve when they all come home at 2 o’clock. Down in the harbour the fishermen are tidying up their nets and discussing the night’s catch over strong cups of Greek coffee.
One of the many beautiful old door knockers to be seen on the neo-classical houses.
Views open up suddenly between the houses in Chorio. That is the island of Nimos in the background. The church with two spires is Agios Elefterios in the centre of Chorio.
Have a good weekend.
Regards,
Adriana
This was a lovely post. Your words helped me feel I was there, experiencing an ordinary day in Symi.
My grandfather immigrated to America from Tripoli Greece in 1911. Someday -- I had thought this year -- I will come and see for myself. For now, I have your journal. With gratitude,
Janell