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Saturday, 19 May, 2012


I’m up early again, as usual, and have a lot of quiet time before the others are awake.  It seems it’s always overcast when we wake up, and sometimes it’s rained during the night.  By about 10:00 however, the clouds have rolled away and it’s another gorgeous day in Greece.


Now that Braxony are here, Dana researches some museums to visit, so it’s another trip to Corfu today.  The city is starting to look familiar—it’s not that big, after all, and we keep seeing the same views from different angles.  First stop is the Archeological Museum, so we luckily find a couple of close-by places to park (again along the coast) and march a couple of blocks to the museum.  Alas—this one is also closed—for three years!


We pile back into Jumpy and Jerky for a short jaunt to the Museum of Asian Art we had tried to get into a couple of days ago.  This time it’s open, so we cluster around the ticket seller and make his day with our quantity of tickets.  The building was the Palace of St. George and St. Michael,   headquarters of British Commissioner, and its arched gates (which we’ve passed under several times already) are St. George on the left and St. Michael on the right (St. George pictured).  In front of the Museum is still a cricket field, and games are played when there aren’t so many people around.


The Museum is very nice, and I take lots of pictures while we all wander aimlessly.  There are all sorts of Asian art, from porcelain to friezes to statues, snuffboxes and robes.  There was a case of coin, and some were shaped like swords—they look like straight razors to me


Soon I need a seat and go back to the second floor foyer where there’s chairs.  As I sit, a Greek man comes and takes my camera to take a picture of me.  His English is limited, and I have no Greek at all save a few words, but we make some sort of con-versation before the others finally congregate around us.                                         


We stop for frappes at another open-air canopy cafe right in front of St. George gate and relax while Mick goes to find a hole in the wall to get more money.  He’s gone quite a while, and when he returns, he asks, “See that ATM machine over there?  I’ve walked all around Old Town to find it; it’s the only one and was right in front of me all the time!”


We go rescue the vehicles and go back to the market by New Fort to get fish and vegetables for dinner.  Then it’s home, and everyone chills except for Mick, who is busy in the kitchen making stuffing for the two kilos of large sardines we bought.


Dinner is courtesy of Lily and Craig tonight, and after swimming they go down to the grill where they gut and stuff the sardines (and one anchovy), supervised by Papoo.  Carolyn makes Greek potatoes, and we all slice up veggies and marinate them for grilling, too.  Lily says there must be a hundred of the 4” fish to grill, and she comes up sporadically, saying, “Just 15 more minutes…” 


It’s dark now—Craig runs in and out again with a forehead flashlight so they can see what they’re doing, while we patiently wait and quietly starve to death.  The table has long since been set and the vultures are waiting when finally—up they come bearing food.  Presentation is everything, and the fish are nicely layered starburst-style in a large round pan and garnished with parsley.  Besides the fish, veggies and potatoes we have all the usual accouterments and finish up the granita di limone for dessert.  Another feast!


Dinner is so late that schmoozing is desultory, and it doesn’t take too much time before everyone wanders off to bed.

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