Monday Evening
There was something of a party atmosphere in the square on Monday night as the cafes and tavernas were able to reopen. We popped down for ‘one’ in the afternoon and ended up getting home in the evening. There were people to see and talk to, and after so many months of not being able to sit at a table and chat, it was hard to leave. Neil nipped up the hill to collect the rest of the Easter cake he’d made and passed slices around everyone outside the café. Other people were celebrating their name day (St George, celebrated after Easter because the day fell within Lent), and others were just happy to be in the fresh air. You’re allowed to do this now as long as there are no more than six at a table, and it’s outside seating only, with a closing time/curfew of eleven at night.
Monday night also saw the traditional ‘burning of Judas’ ceremony/celebration, and the end of Easter was marked with a firework display set off on the main road so it could be seen from everywhere in the harbour and from most places in the village. (Sorry for the blurred images; they were taken on my phone.) After all that, we went home and listened to 78s on the wind-up gramophone because we’re right up to date with our technology.
