Some time ago when the weather was warm and sunny – balmy (not barmy) we stopped at Heraklion. The sea was angry and our first stop was bitterly cold.



On to a bus again – these bus drivers are amazing – and off to the hills – to the Arkadi Monastery. We wonder what sustains these places, apart from faith. Only 7 monks still inhabit it.









More winding roads and fitting through impossibly narrow streets and on to the port town of Rethymno. More stories/history of the once glorious and powerful cities that once were, especially when Venice was at the zenith of its power and influence. Its decline came as the Ottoman influence spread into the south of Europe.





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