Greetings, friends!
Today I want to take you back in time with me, both to November 2018, when I first told this story as a young baby blogger, And to the summer of that same year when I went to a Greek island for the first time.
Corfu is the one in question, an island which is not that far from my birthplace since it can be reached by car and ferry within 24 hours. And still, about twenty and then some years away from the moment that I first desired to go there when I read a book by Gerrald Durrell as a child.
And the post I am sharing was about walking through the capital town, Kerkyra. Have fun reading!
Greetings,
And welcome to another photo story. It's about what I was able to do for one day only in a busy town called Kerkyra.
Also known as Corfu Town, capital of Corfu island, Greece. I am giving you the local name in the title, though. I would call it something else, still. The town of dark green wooden window shutters, if you ask me. Doesn't it sound right? Take a look!
I'm telling you they had a lot of dark green painted wood growing there. And nobody even mentioned that in any brochures. What they said was tempting enough, though. I knew the town has been a Venetian colony and the old fortress overlooking the shores to the East still tells of times those seas were areas of struggle between the Ottoman Empire and countries or city states in the middle of Europe.
Those streets and buildings do remind me of scenes I have seen about the Italian coast. I wanted to see that style for myself and I wanted to have at least one day to walk around.
So I had exactly that - one day. It started cloudy and threatening to drizzle for a long time. It began doing it almost in earnest so a nice cafe with well a covered yard was a welcome shelter. And an outpost from which to observe passers by on the square.
Well, time did get better, eventually, an I continued my crawl. Around shops and market areas - crowded, narrow, with stalls full of souvenirs and restaurants.
A little uphill from those and the square near the bank and other administrative, cultural and religious buildings, the crowds subside and one can walk in what feels like a spacious Kerkyra alley. But not too spacious. It was pedestrian only, there were still cafes and restaurants on the sides from time to time, but also there were scores of narrow alleyways between buildings. The kind of spaces I was looking for. Sadly, light was not my ally that day. It was mostly dull.
But I had to do what I could. Show a detail here, a scene there, a dark green painted wooden window shutter everywhere.
The town, as crowded with tourists as it seems, during summer at least, offers enough air to breathe at its periphery - the park between the squares and the fortress, the port, the beach or what they call a beach there... There was a variety of cultural and recreational spots, places to walk and places to sit... It has a harbor for yachts and a lot of those. It has an airport. Bell towers and clock towers and arches and columns...
If I had to choose one word only in which to describe the place, it would be dark-green-painted-wooden-window-shutters.
I'm kidding. I mean diversity.
Good thing I have some photos to show it.
But even a good day and a full one has to end and somebody has to catch a bus. And then, just to spite that somebody, a moment of golden light approaches...
... and who knows, it maybe stays behind.
Next time, I'll get you, Kerkyra! I will stay a night or two, and that will also give me a morning or too...
See if it doesn't.
Thanks for reading and viewing!
Take care and travel far!
Yours,
Manol
