Breakout #51

With evening approaching it was only a short walk now to a basic taverna - we couldn’t have passed by if we wanted to as the formidable proprietor with an arresting moustache, dressed in typical black, baggy breaches, waistcoat and headgear, blocked our passage, directing us like a traffic policeman onto his terrace. No regrets as we devoured the goat stew and Greek salad rounding off with more obligatory Metaxas.
There was no formal accommodation in those days so it was a night on the beach from which King George embarked into exile in Egypt when fleeing the Nazis in 1941.