Areopolis to Cape Tenaro

Saturday is market day in Areopolis and the fruit and vegetable stalls at the back of the car park are busy. One woman sniffs the proffered jars of Mani honey as though they were fine wine. A white van at the entrance displays wire crates full of live chickens, ducks and rabbits. In the largeContinue reading “Areopolis to Cape Tenaro”