Remembering


Mystras
It was a hot, hot day, with no wind. We were in this small Byzantine town in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the Peloponnese, in Greece. Windy car-sick making roads to get there...and lots of walking in and out of churches. But she was impressed here, and I couldn't have been happier about it.
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