PicturesΕικόνες
The harbour, the boats, the kitchen and the cat, painted over a few summers. The real thing is better; it smells of charcoal and salt.
Five in the morning. Agia Irini and Kyra Maria going out past the light on the mole. 
Manolis mending the nets outside the old net store, where Kyra Maria first cooked. 
The chapel of Agia Irini on the point. The harbour and the first boat are named for it. 
Two sea bream over the coals and the vine cuttings. 
The harbour cat. She is not ours, but she eats here. 
Panagiotis on the rocks below the chapel, in urchin season. 
The kitchen at six, before the first table. The wood oven was lit at noon. 
Kyra Maria, back with the long lines coiled in their baskets. 
August 1979, the first summer. Four tables, one pot, and Kyra Maria.
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