Gone Greek

Following my earlier post about Going Greek, I got this from Frequent Reader and Looongtime Friend Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. The Catholic):

Going Greek?¬† Why yes, yes we have. Twice this year actually ūüėĆ

Parga and Lefkada.  Go there.


To start you off, breakfast from the Green Bakery, Parga.  All fresh, all made on the premises.


One of Parga’s beaches. ¬†Clear water everywhere you go. ¬†Why is the bottle in the picture you say? ¬†Because this is a taverna half way up the hill from the beach. ¬†One simply HAS to stop and have an icy beer and nibbles, in order to make it up the rest of the hill.


A little something from our favourite port-side restaurant.


Said Green Bakery Рfresh bread, huge fruit salads, fantastic coffee, great service, tables in the small courtyard to the left, lean-on bars at the shop inside.  Quick moving queues every morning.  Less than 50 yards from our apartment.


This is Parga.  Hideous eh?  Lined with restaurants and quirky shops of all sorts, bars overlooking the port.