Folegandros Chora

We travelled by bus to the Chora - this is the word for town or capital in Greek and is widely used. The bus journey which cost all of Euros 1.40 took us past some lovely churches and mountain sides.

The drystone walls were everywhere, marking the courtyards of neat homesteads, fields, and donkey and goat pens. They were there to retain what little earth there was to prevent erosion.Sometimes they were almost like crazy lines in the mountains, and you would be excused from thinking they were the result of drunken revelries. The reality is harsher and harder, taking many hours of manual work to create the perfect walls.

The views from the top of the town were magnificent on a grand scale.

The local supermarket - beats Sainsburys, Waitrose and Woolworths any day.

Picturesque homes of  blue and white broken only with splashes of Bougeanvillia. 

At a little square we found a restaurant called Kritikos and just opposite us was this exquisite door from a church. The waiter, a young man who was keen to travel to Europe, had local wine and a greek speciality called kontosouvli - meat on a spit cooked to perfection.  To finish us off loukoumades- honey balls in the Square. We felt we needed to do penance for the all the food we consumed and walked the three kilometres back to the yacht under a star studded sky.