Kos Island: in the palms of Aphrodite

I walk along the quay of Kos, from the marina, where pretty yachts barely sway on the leash of the yacht, and under their sick sisters, stretched to the land with winches and put on slipways, tanned sailors tinker. I am going to the fortress itself, where a tourist train crawls under the arched bridge with passengers hooting with delight. Continue reading →