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Thanks you two ! Yes, Sandy, memory does play tricks. I can remember having dinner every evening, in a deserted bay on Mykonos. There was nothing there apart from a small Taverna. You had to walk over the cliffs to get there as there was no road. Sometimes you had to wait until the chap came back in his boat with fresh fish...something like Red Snapper perhaps. That and loads of fresh bread and the best Greek Salad you have ever tasted, with a simple olive oil dressing. There were always olives to snack on if the fisherman was late. And lashings of Retsina, poured from giant gallon bottles, more like jars, covered with raffia.
A feast fit for a king !