24th September
We assisted OFRL back to the airport as we doubted they would be able to get all their clobber in their car. I was quite tearful saying goodbye especially as R had grown so quiet after a wrestling match back at the villa to get his clothes on him. He had got used to running around naked and wanted to go on the plane like that. We told him he would have to tell all his 'hanimals' about his holiday adventure when he got back to London, but he still looked confused.
Once we had said goodbye at around 11am, we drove into Lefkada as we had never been there. Two waterside strips are lined with touristy eateries with moored craft on the seaside. Very pleasant but the menus were dull and not particularly Greek: club sandwiches,crepes and pizzas. So we headed for the old town where fisherman and their families would have lived years ago when this was a tiny fishing port. Most of the streets were alleyways and pedestrianised and it was immediately quiet apart from the odd TV playing in a house. A cyclist and a motorbike went by but no one else - it was coming up to siesta time. Little houses with pretty balconies of flowers and shuttered windows. We found the centre square with its church, where children were playing football surrounded by bars and tavernas. It all made such a change from the beach and we spent some time wandering around just taking in the buildings, churches and a library square. We ate in the centre in the shade from the blasting sunshine : 'shrimps' (more like langustine) and fennel salad. Fantastic. This felt like the real Greece - not too touched by tourist demands.
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We assisted OFRL back to the airport as we doubted they would be able to get all their clobber in their car. I was quite tearful saying goodbye especially as R had grown so quiet after a wrestling match back at the villa to get his clothes on him. He had got used to running around naked and wanted to go on the plane like that. We told him he would have to tell all his 'hanimals' about his holiday adventure when he got back to London, but he still looked confused.
Once we had said goodbye at around 11am, we drove into Lefkada as we had never been there. Two waterside strips are lined with touristy eateries with moored craft on the seaside. Very pleasant but the menus were dull and not particularly Greek: club sandwiches,crepes and pizzas. So we headed for the old town where fisherman and their families would have lived years ago when this was a tiny fishing port. Most of the streets were alleyways and pedestrianised and it was immediately quiet apart from the odd TV playing in a house. A cyclist and a motorbike went by but no one else - it was coming up to siesta time. Little houses with pretty balconies of flowers and shuttered windows. We found the centre square with its church, where children were playing football surrounded by bars and tavernas. It all made such a change from the beach and we spent some time wandering around just taking in the buildings, churches and a library square. We ate in the centre in the shade from the blasting sunshine : 'shrimps' (more like langustine) and fennel salad. Fantastic. This felt like the real Greece - not too touched by tourist demands.
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