In his gown, he is the divine mother herself
Dimitri is handsome enough, but it is below the chin that he comes into her own
This is a story about someone I met this week.
In the northern part of the island of Lesvos, not far from Molyvos with its stone houses and beautiful castle, is a small fishing village of 300 people called Skala Sikamanias.
It has a tiny harbour with tiny boats jostling waist-to-waist at the dock, and a lovely tavern with a pebbled beach out the back and a big red parrot who clears his throat when you walk past so that you’re sure to notice him and tell him what a handsome boy he is...