The plumbing is still somewhat eccentric, Zeus occasionally gets upset and sends in a storm, even the cheapest wines are alright, feta tastes like feta and olives taste like olives and you realize how extraordinary that actually is, by some miracle people generally survive giant buses maneuvering on really narrow streets, Turkish coffee is transfixed into Greek one and pasta is a Corfiot specialty, giant Airbuses breeze by your moussaka, there's a cat at every corner and most of them still manage to thrive, the whole madness has a sublime scent of flowers and cypress and the sea is blue. That incredible postcard blue, that should not exist, except it does.
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