Markos invited George and ourselves to a celebration, promising a mad dose of bouzouki and plate-smashing at the Daphni Wine Festival. Thus we set out on bus No6 to the wildest party ever. I couldn’t help thinking how well groomed everyone looked!
Even the po-faced Junta dared not kerb the crazy revelry at Daphni; a modest fee opened the floodgates to unlimited wine from all over Greece and whirling bouzouki.
Everyone seemed to know Markos from his stand in Omonia Square; with a host of introductions we became the centre of attention with Markos presiding over the dancefloor.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Must have been a smashing time.