By the seafront,
half-way up these steps is the front door of the place where we were staying in Poros. If one went on ascending, one would get to the old town,
An imposing neo-classical house
A plaque tells me that John Leigh Craxton and Lucien Freud lived and worked here from 1946 until 1947.
They were apparently inseparable friends and colleagues during the 1940s. They met at art college in 1941 and lived together, painting and drinking together. Their friendship was marked by intense collaboration, mutual inspiration and playful communication. Despite their close bond, they never became lovers, and their friendshihp lasted until the end of the decade.
To see some of Freud's work you can go here
Another kitty.
At this point we retraced our steps to explore the other side
Quite often you see a house at the end of the lane, and you think 'it's a dead end', but invariably there is a turn to the right or the left
Turning left here, in this narrow lane, the seating of a bar, a bicycle on the wall
at night, and the bicycle all lit up
Turn round the corner, and there's the entrance to the bar
On the left is the sweetshop where I bought lots of 'spoon sweets' last time we were here. I wanted to get at least another jar this time, just for old times' sake, but they did not do those anymore.
I wanted us to come and eat here at some point, because it's a traditional taverna and it looked really good. But, we always ended up eating by the sea, it's just so much more enticing. This place is called The Little Alleyway
and you can see why.
All the 'cooked' food (as opposed to salads, or grilled) is on display, in the traditional way, so that you can see what there is and it helps to choose
The meat and fish market on our right
bourgainvillea everywhere
One evening we decided to go and investigate the blue light
and there it is, the small church with its lit up cross
walking away from the church, everything is still blue
a different view of the church during the day
We did laugh about the ingenuity of this: this small window/gap in this house has been blocked by a box of OMO - I can't remember the last time I saw OMO. Apparently, I just checked it on Google, it's still around.
Eventually we would turn right to get to the sea front, either to go for lunch, or our pre-dinner drinks, or for some other reason. There were so many paths leading down, so, this is one
Or this one,
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