WALK THROUGH OIA
Just realized that it was Sunday. To Tom that means that he has to enter his fantasy football team for the week, but for me days of the week are all the same except for Friday when I connect for ten minutes on Facetime with my Friday 10 a.m. old man’s group gathered in McDonalds. In the old days, three weeks ago, that used to be a high point of the week but now is something I can barely remember at 4 p.m. Friday, Athens time.
Today was another sunny, cloudless day. The temperature ranges from 70 F at night to 76 in the middle of day but because the buildings are all white a walk at midday is almost blinding.
Caroline is getting over jet lag so we got started at noon. We walked into Oia, our white town on the volcano rim, a road mostly on the level. The views in both directions between the high end stores from the main pedestrian marble paved road along the rim of the volcano are marvelous. But the dressed up wealthy, or pretending to be wealthy, are the main attraction as they stroll down the marble walkway between clothing stores and restaurants.
And as an extra today I am adding a series of photographs of the Japanese (I think) selfie queen who preened herself and shot selfies from angle after angle in the middle of the restaurant while with one hand I ate moussaka, just because I’m in Greece, and with the other shot photo after photo of her delight in herself.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 