The sun, a pale orb, looks down. As chill winds careen and caper. Through the tracery of branches. Funereal crows in mourning clothes. Flap wings black and feathery. As they cry their discordant chorus. Leaves lose their tenuous grip. And fall, cascade to the ground. To join the multicoloured cavalcade. Across slick grass and uneven slab.

As much as I love Pitsidia,. I decided to mix things up a little, and booked myself a night away in Heraklion. I got a good deal on a hotel right in town with views of the harbour from my balcony and I drove up on Friday morning. In the museum, there must have been mo.

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