First dinner

Dinner on Hydra.  Grilled fresh red snapper (I chose my own from the on-ice drawer in the kitchen).  Boiled vegetables drizzled with a frisson of olive oil.  Bread.  Appetizer of fried feta with honey and sesame.  I thanked the cook, Mama Tausa, as I left.

And a view. (The hotel had called ahead and reserved me the best table for two.  I was solo, but I got the view.)

Then a walk around the harbor wall, and gelato to finish.

Heaven.

 

Published by Jeffrey Carter

University professor, voice teacher, choral director, singer, professional theatre music director, brother, uncle and great-uncle, Anglican, spirits aficionado, chef of moderate talent, NPR fanatic, proponent of the music of Herbert Howells and Elgar and Vaughan Williams, pianist, composer, theatre geek, dog love & cat hater, author & blogger, world traveler, Anglophile.

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