After travelling overnight to arrive ‘home’ in Kritsa circa 9.30 a.m. on 5th August it wasn’t long before an early siesta became more attractive than cleaning up the wind-blown debris that had accumulated outside.
Urgent banging woke me, and in a very disheveled state, I opened the door to Peer, a friend who lives further down Kritsotopoula Street. He’d come to tell me that the small church of Afentis Christos (featured in Kritsotopoula, Girl of Kritsa) was to re-open that evening with a special service, and he correctly guessed that I’d be disappointed if I found out the following day.
Rodanthe, the heroine of my story eventually became known by the honorific title Kritsotopoula, meaning Girl of Kritsa. This was her home, and flags led the short distance from here to her father’s church, Afentis Christos.
Many of the congregation sat on a low wall around the church yard while others took along folding chairs.
In front of the external altar the aroma from baskets of rich, spicy bread mixed with heady incense.
All church photos by kind permission of Peer Moore-Friis.
Loukamathes, doughnut like cakes, dripping in honey featured among the tasty treats offered to those who’d attended the service. This photo is from Kouzina’s Kitchen, pay her a visit for many more delicious recipes.
The family home of Rodanthe has a distinctive cross above the door.
Here is Nikos Masseros, a descendent of Rodanthe’s family showing guests into the restored house that will soon open as a museum. People enjoyed the opportunity for an advance viewing.
I’m sitting on a sofa in the kitchen. In my story the sofa was also Rodanthe’s bed.
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