The village of Chrysokellaria comprises a series of higgeldy piggeldy streets on the side of a mountain with wonderful views to Koroni and the surrounding coast, and olive groves. There's a mixture of houses of all vintages, but in particular, lots of old white mud brick cottages in all states of repair, with the regulation blue shutters and draping vines. As usual, the elderly locals were very curious and chatty (as are most Greeks), and wherever we sat they came along to find our what we were doing and why. After numerous conversations with Gill, they left chuckling and shaking their heads at the thought of us wanting to perch on uncomfortable stools (well actually Gill forgot hers, so was using strategically placed rocks!) in the laneways to sketch their old houses. With more tractors than cars in the narrow streets, the odd donkey trotting past laden with bundles of twigs, and the bleating of goats being milked, we could have been in any typical Greek village going about its business for hundreds of years (apart from the vehicles that is!). We're lucky that once away from the coast, there are still villages like this in existence.
Meanwhile too, my new foray into collage is almost underway........and the Travel Sketchbook is nearly finished.