Western Crete - Day 8

Crete, Day 8

This is our last day in Hania. Crete is a beautiful place in so many ways. If an artist should lose her muse, this is the place to get reacquainted with her. It is intimate, warm, friendly, full of history, one walks on milleniums and there is this ethereal, surreal feel about Hania and Western Crete.

Laundry for the next leg of the trip, a couple more pictures not too many. I need to make visual memories, the kind that fades in an enriched sort of way. When, I am under the mango tree in my rocking chair, and recalling this sun drenched and soul ladden island, these will be the memories, faded but alive.

Some walks around the narrow streets, being courted by the restaurant and store criers, yep a last whiff of this place. A stop at the leather store, even in euro, these are exquisite and cost a song and a few dance steps, plus the stories in 2/3 English 1/3 Greek and lots of hand gestures, 3 skins are the cost of 1 here, so I'll get 3.

Must find the hill where the gypsies stay, take a picture on top of the old fort. See as much as possible, before going for one last dinner at Hammam, a last look at the promenade, settle the bill and pack. The cab comes at 4:15 tomorrow.

At about 10PM, as I am charging the batteries and downloading my last card, an explosion of colors comes through the open balcony doors. What do you know, Aegean Airlines is having a night of revelleries on the promenade. I pull up my chair and take in every single flicker of the fireworks.

I'd say this is a fitting "Au Revoir".

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