Thursday, 11 September 2014


Up and down the peaks of the Taygetus mountain range we drove, hairpin bend after hairpin bend right on the edge of the precipice, white-knuckled hands gripping the seat, stomach churning, heart racing - forty minutes of sheer, unadulterated terror. I knew it would be like this, but I was told that Kardamyli is something special, and felt that I could not give in to my fear of narrow roads on the edge of the cliff - this is after all the nature of the landscape in Greece...

Night had fallen by the time we arrived in Kardamyli. We managed to get out of the car before the heavens opened - and what a storm it was! We took shelter in a cafĂ© across the road from this shop and waited for the rain to stop. The waiter would go up to the canopy every few minutes, prod it with a broom handle and all the accumulated water would whoosh down - a waterfall.

The streets were deserted by the time the rain stopped and we started wandering around.

The main village square.

Patrick Leigh Fermor who had made Kardamyli his home described his first impressions of the village: 'It was unlike any village I had seen in Greece. These houses, resembling small castles built of golden stone with medieval-looking pepper-pot turrets, were topped by a fine church. The mountains rushed down almost to the water's edge with, here and there among the whitewashed fishermen's houses near the sea, great rustling groves of calamus reed ten feet high and all swaying together in the slightest whisper of wind. There was sand underfoot and nets were looped from tree to tree... I felt like staying there forever'.

It was a delight walking along the main village street

so many gorgeous building to look at

Had not all the tavernas and bars been full of people we would have thought that we were the only living souls in the whole village

We found some very cute little shops and this was one of them

interesting interior

bric-a-brac, antiques, paintings

I liked this rusty iron coquerel, but it was not for sale


I also liked the ceramic fish


Another find was this shop that sold everything to do with olives

so we had to go in and browse

lots of things on display for sampling - the olives were delicious particularly since Kalamata olives are my favourites

wonderful old door

glass paned window and shutters - everything just so

Back out walking along the main road

I love these old balconies

it must be so cool and airy sitting up there



a grand stone house

a closer look at that turreted balcony

every house is different but in the same style

a closer look at the stone balcony supports

A bar that was buzzing with people

looking in
 and again.

This restaurant is right by the sea

looking closer - no one sitting outside, the storm had seen to that

a bar

and another


perfectly proportioned

small but cute

I liked the shutters of this one 

perfect symmetry - almost

a closer look at the wrought iron balcony

every house, a gem

Talking about Art, (a loose translation), so we had to go in

a lovely bookshop and their selection of books was very discerning - I was impressed


driftwood and bits


lots of lovely little shops

with great attention to detail.

It was time to eat and we chose Lela's which had been recommended by the people in the bookshop


A lovely, intimate little terrace


and the food was the best any of us had had for a long time, every single dish was a culinary delight - the draft wine was exceptional too

everything was delicious.

The sea was a stone's throw away from the terrace so I went to have a look

and when I went inside I found someone having a well-deserved rest.

As we were leaving Lela's we spotted this amphorae originally used for oil or wine, now serving as a plant container.
A final quote from Patrick Leigh Fermor: 'Whiwashed ribbed amphorae for oil or wine, almost the size of those dug up in the Palace of Minos, stood by many a doorway. Once more I wondered how these immense vessels were made. They are obviously too big for any potter smaller than a titan with arms two yards long. As usual, theories abound. Some say a man gets inside the incipient jar like a robber in the Arabian Nights, and builds up the expanding and tapering walls as they rotate on a great wheel; some that the halves are constructed separately and then put together; others that they are cast in huge moulds; yet others assert that they are built up from a rope of clay that is paid out in an expanding and then contracting coil until the final circle of the rim is complete' which is made to account for the ribs and the fluting that gird them from top to bottom... I had heard, all over Greece, that they came from Coroni in the Messinian peninsula, only the other side of the gulf. It was strange that, even here, there should be such a conflict of solutions. There were only four men in the little group I asked among the beached fishing boats. If there had been more, no doubt the total of solutions would have risen accordingly'.

Of all the places we visited last week, it's Kardamyli that has been haunting me ever since. I think about it in the most unexpected moments. It's a place that I will have to revisit, preferably during the day next time.

Finally, an aerial photograph of a small part of the village that I found in a book of aerial photographs of Greece, published by TA NEA.


  1. Interesting architecture. What led to the prosperity which created these buildings? Was it all olives? I have not read Patrick Leigh Fermor, but such is his popularity I imagine that the village is supported by tourism now.

    1. I have not read Patrick Leigh Fermor either, except for bits that I was able to find on the web following our visit, but will add his book on Mani on my long list of books to read. I was bewitched by the village (and still am) to such an extent that I did not even consider the questions you pose, Olga. I must go back. We tried to stay there, but everything was fully booked, so that might be the answer to your second question. This is my second visit to Mani and both times I have wanted to go back, stay, and explore.

  2. What a treat to read Leigh Fermor for the first time, joys in store. xx