I have had several encounters with this woman while in Paros, Greece. And today, from a distance, I managed to snap her picture. She was about to pounce on the man beside her to ask for money. I’m not sure if he gave her any. She made a pitch to two more people. I don’t know if they parted with their money either. Then, as she headed towards me, I turned slightly to the left to avoid her. However, I felt a slight tug on my red singlet and she had my attention. I looked into her eyes and realised they were perhaps the saddest eyes I’d seen in a long time. A wonderful act, but no, I still didn’t budge. How much money can someone give to people you know nothing about? Beside, something seemed to be wrong.
Calamari is not the full squid, but octopus is the real deal. This picture shows what I love about Greece. The octopus drying in the sun are caught overnight in the Aegean Sea. In the morning the octopus are hung out to dry in the sun. At night it’s resting on your dinner plate drowned in rich mouth-watering sauce and other wonderful types of food.
I have not seen many elderly Greek ladies about Mykonos who wear scarves on their heads like Maria. I spotted her leaning over a fence where I am staying in mighty Mykonos in Greece. I approach Maria with a cheery, “yassou” and she “yassoued” back. We had a nice chat so I asked if I could her picture. Later, I discovered that Maria was the original owner of the complex I was staying in – plus the original owner of a few other complexes in Mykonos. Say yassou to Maria.
Yesterday, there was photo shoot happening near the iconic Windmills of Mykonos, Greece. So naturally I whipped out the 300mm lens and knocked off a few frames. It was so windy on the hill, many times her dress billowed up and around her head showing her pink underwear and a rather large tattoo on her thigh, part of which you can see. Later I saw the same model posing in a pretty green dress on the sidewalk. How wonderful. Hooray.
I was chilling in a soft deckchair with a beer a camera and a book at Super Paradise Beach in Mykonos, Greece, when I heard an almighty roar. I discovered it was a jet about to land on an airstrip over the rocky outcrop. I knew where there was one there would have to another. So I laid in wait and this what I snapped. Strewth.