One of the Bouquinistes at his stall. Since the 1500’s, these sellers of antique and used books (and more) have lined the bridges and quays of the Seine. They’re…
Santorini was meant to be a one-night stand: a quick reunion with an island I loved my last time in Greece, while en route to the uncharted territory of Crete and Rhodes. My first visit to Santorini sold me on a place with fabulous volcanic beaches (take your pick of red, black or white sand).
Probably the same way you say “Stupid Tourist.” I would like to say it was a dark and stormy night, as if that was some kind of excuse. But it was the middle of the afternoon. And I had no excuse.
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I can’t believe I am just noticing this know, but the apartment I lived in with my host family is in this shot!
I have a huge panorama where I bet it could be seen, too. Stay tuned!