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Continuing on from the last post, we walked around the small headland to the beach. The number of sun loungers and parasols attest to the busyness of this beach in the summer but all we saw was workers cleaning up, painting and readying for the season.
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Near the end of the beach a river entered the sea
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with a footbridge over it.
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We walked, on a footpath that was under construction, towards the village in the next bay. We went up to the corner at the top of this photo
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and turned around and back along the beach.
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A guy re-thatching the parasols.
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One of the hotels, Romantico, had lovely grounds
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and I sketch/painted a tree shading a patio.
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Back to the same restaurant
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for a glass of wine
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watching some fishermen getting ready to go out and a collections of cats
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waiting for their return.
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We left the restaurant and headed up towards that amphitheatre.
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We had a "guide cat" who lead the way up and then back down again. Rick joked that he was going to ask for 3 Euro for his assistance.
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Two statues up here
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In Greek mythology, Icarus (; Ancient Greek: Ἴκαρος, romanized: Íkaros, pronounced [ǐːkaros]) was the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the architect of the labyrinth of Crete. After Theseus, king of Athens and enemy of Minos, escaped from the labyrinth, King Minos
suspected that Icarus and Daedalus had revealed the labyrinth's secrets
and imprisoned them—either in a large tower overlooking the ocean or
the labyrinth itself, depending upon the account.[1][2] Icarus and Daedalus escaped using wings Daedalus constructed from feathers, threads from blankets, clothes, and beeswax.[3] Daedalus warned Icarus first of complacency and then of hubris, instructing him to fly neither too low nor too high, lest the sea's dampness clog his wings or the sun's heat melt them.[3]
Icarus ignored Daedalus's instructions not to fly too close to the sun,
causing the beeswax in his wings to melt. Icarus fell from the sky,
plunged into the sea, and drowned. The myth gave rise to the idiom, "fly too close to the sun."From Wikipedia.
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We walked back
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up through the village
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and sat at the bus station
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where Rick
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made a friend.
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By the time we got back to Rethymno we were walking up the hill in the dark, glad that we had leftovers for supper.
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