Happy Christmas! A large handful of colourful postcards from the Mani Peninsula taken in Spring 2019, bringing back a kaleidoscope of memories from one of the loveliest places on the planet.
Tag: Deep Mani
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 large…
The Deep Mani
The drive from Areopolis south east over the hills runs past ancient Pyrrichos, where a small vineyard testifies to the altitude and climate and on to a crumbling castle on the end of a ridge at Loukadika; from here there is the first view of the shimmering sea and distant Cape Maleas. With the sun…
The Road to Vathia
The small road winds through stone-walled olive groves and small villages. Areopoli at the top of hill is the largest town with an abundance of (well two of three) confectionery shops (or Zaxaroplastiki or ζαχαροπλαστική); an important first word in any language. The road continues south and the villages appear crumbling and part-abandoned although smart, new…