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For the record, here is the view toward the outer rim of the island,
away from the caldera. Some quite reputable white wines are grown on
Santorini, and this looks like a plausible place for it.
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This young woman noticed me wandering lost the afternoon of my arrival,
and pointed me toward the only open accomodation in town. A couple of
days later she inadvertantly wandered into my picture, in search of her
own picture. She did recognize me, said hi, and asked whether I had
found the place she sent me. I assured her I had, and thanked her.
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Lotza restaurant. I don't doubt that it is. Lotza
euros too. Lotza's
terrace looks down to my front door, and even further down to - you
guessed it - the caldera. Prices as steep as the land beneath it. Me, I
mostly eat store-bought groceries, though I've been a couple of times
to a more modest eatery called Thalami, at the
cheaper east end of town.
Their name sounds like an Italian sausage with a speech impediment, but
they are friendly and their food is tasty.
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