Night in the village

As the fierce heat of the day softens and the blue of the sky becomes streaked with soft turquoise blues, mauve hues and orange in the Evening Sky. The Concert begins .Up in the village the chorus of children screaming and shouting as they play outside with Mums calling έλα εδώ or σταμάτα το as they prepare late tea.

The hiss, pop and screach of the Scooters coming up the hill. The cockerels crowing and Dogs barking. And the Bells toll sad or glad it still sounds the same as it rebounds off the walls of houses tightly packed in around the Village

As the night draws in the Old Ladies come out and sit on rickety framed old chairs by their doors as they watch the world go by. Old men sit in groups playing Backgammon, drinking coffee and nearly always smoking as they too watch the world go by. Faces of contentment, amusement still part of the everyday, not shut away in homes or Flats never seeing a soul. People stop to speak, shout greetings, laugh and enjoy.

The restaurant owners prepare their tables for the evening, still sleepy after a siesta. The youngsters start their promenading, the flirting, chatting and giggling as the Village comes to life.

The tourists who have made it up to the village saunter around looking for somewhere to relax, eat and enjoy the view serenaded by the haunting sound of Bouzouki rebetiko music playing in the background old and new. The high pitch of cicadas calls from across the waste ground overlooking the harbour. Kefalos comes to life, refreshed after a day of sultry heat yet warmed by the cooler evening up on the hilltop.

And as you look across the Bay lights twinkle back at you. The reflection in the Harbour hugs the coastline and the dark night sky is illuminated by millions of twinkling stars. I love the evenings