Tue 29.Dec.2009
Rhodes Town, Greece
Cement plant? This is the circumcised minaret of the dead mosque on the square out front.
At dusk on a winter day, without even an off-season cruise ship, most
of the shops for expensive stuff that you don't really need are closed
up.
Some day I'm going to post one of these
wobbly reflected masts upside-down, and let it be "an excercise
for the reader" to figure it out. But as the man said, "Today is not
that day."
And so, as the city of Rhodes gets too dark for pictures at a mere 5 in
the afternoon, we admit that we've done what we can, and go to retrieve
our laundry from the nice laundromat people. "Self-service" is a
slippery expression here, by the way. A "self-service" laundromat
usually means they let you put your clothes into the washer, and
tell you when to come back. When you return, your laundry
is all washed, dried and folded, and in a big ol' bag ready to schlepp off.
When I told them happy new year in Greek, they beamed even more than usual. One of travel's little comforts is being a regular customer at a Greek laundromat.
Happy New Year in the language of your choice if I don't see you before then.
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