The omen
Heraklion, Crete
15 October 2022
This photo was taken during a long overdue and much needed visit back to my natal city. My fellow Cretans...
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Heraklion, Crete
15 October 2022
This photo was taken during a long overdue and much needed visit back to my natal city. My fellow Cretans will have sombre memories of this day for a while and I, the monobrow jinx that they used to call me, was once again to take the weather with me and recount the mess it stirs in its wake.
It was something of a film: what starts as a run-of-the-mill script often ends in tragedy. On leaving my sister's house, right in the city centre, around 08:00 AM, I knew the weather forecast was grim, with heavy rain emphasised by the Met Office, but my reaction to it was “Bollocks!", as usual. I had an agenda not to deviate from: photos of Heraklion Harbour and coffee with Nikos at Central Park Café. The murmur of pedestrian traffic was already starting to fill the streets like an early morning mist; council workers were getting on with the thankless task of ridding the streets of Friday night’s filth; those on day off were slowly populating cafes, pastry shops and sandwich take-aways in order to keep hangover at bay. The latter was not a problem for me, as gastronomic exertions take precedence over binge drinking when in Crete, a mere antacid tablet the night before and early morning catharsis had done the trick. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I walked past Lions Square, St Mark's Basilica and Loggia.
On entering 25th August Street, Heraklion's popular thoroughfare, the old Venetian harbour becomes plain to sight and one starts feeling the sea breeze. Half-way between this viewpoint and the harbour lies the elegant St Titus Square and eponymous Church, where I stopped to briefly take photos. This was when I realised the Gods of weather were beckoning me while rolling up their sleeves. I looked down the street, then lifted my head and gazed at the sky. I stopped shooting and darted towards the harbour.
(to be continued…)
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15 October 2022
This photo was taken during a long overdue and much needed visit back to my natal city. My fellow Cretans will have sombre memories of this day for a while and I, the monobrow jinx that they used to call me, was once again to take the weather with me and recount the mess it stirs in its wake.
It was something of a film: what starts as a run-of-the-mill script often ends in tragedy. On leaving my sister's house, right in the city centre, around 08:00 AM, I knew the weather forecast was grim, with heavy rain emphasised by the Met Office, but my reaction to it was “Bollocks!", as usual. I had an agenda not to deviate from: photos of Heraklion Harbour and coffee with Nikos at Central Park Café. The murmur of pedestrian traffic was already starting to fill the streets like an early morning mist; council workers were getting on with the thankless task of ridding the streets of Friday night’s filth; those on day off were slowly populating cafes, pastry shops and sandwich take-aways in order to keep hangover at bay. The latter was not a problem for me, as gastronomic exertions take precedence over binge drinking when in Crete, a mere antacid tablet the night before and early morning catharsis had done the trick. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I walked past Lions Square, St Mark's Basilica and Loggia.
On entering 25th August Street, Heraklion's popular thoroughfare, the old Venetian harbour becomes plain to sight and one starts feeling the sea breeze. Half-way between this viewpoint and the harbour lies the elegant St Titus Square and eponymous Church, where I stopped to briefly take photos. This was when I realised the Gods of weather were beckoning me while rolling up their sleeves. I looked down the street, then lifted my head and gazed at the sky. I stopped shooting and darted towards the harbour.
(to be continued…)
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