Preveza

So here we are in Epirus NW Greece. We sailed across the bay from Cleopatra, our shortest hop yet. You can come to Preveza by car via the Aktio-Preveza Immersed tunnel, the only under-sea tunnel in Greece. Preveza is a small commercial harbour, the town unpretentious and friendly. Mooring is stern-to the town quay. There's an unfinished marina but mainly 'forgotten' boats raft there.  I ventured into the back streets, as is my want, preferring them to sea fronts.

Whiled away a few hours everyday at this local café under a canopy of jasmine - listening to the locals chatting away ( quite loudly as they do).

On our last evening I brought Greg along to 'my corner', here he is waiting for our 'Divine' food to arrive...

 

 There was no 'God' this evening -  we had to make do with fresh seafood and fava salad.  As we sat there several people came past taking photos of the plaque above our heads. I hadn't noticed this plaque in three days.

Eventually a gentleman who spoke sufficient English explained that in this house a famous Greek Poet, Kostas Karioyakis, lived for 33 days before heading off to a local beach to shoot himself!  Here's one of his poems:
The Tree

With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.

A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.

I'll say that life's the coffin
in which people's joy and sorrow die.

Kostas Karyotakis