One of the unexpected surprises of our stay here in Filoti was the book that Eleni left for us:
Hidden Naxos, written by Stuart Thorp. He is an expat who las loved on Naxos for decades, a professional photographer and tour guide. He doesn’t do that anymore, but he did write a pithy book with driving tours and a ton of information coupled with amusing commentary about the island.
Never one to fail to speak to a person, Karen did the only reasonable thing: she emailed him and asked where to get his book outside of the big town (which we have been avoiding).
And naturally he responded! Does anyone ignore her?
We met with him and he autographed a book for both Libby and Karen.
He sent us to, among other things, a ghost town where the inhabitants abandoned the village in the 1950's for unknown reasons, villages in deep valleys where an old man spontaneously stopped us, gave us amazing grapes and peeled a chestnut for us, and partially carved marble statues abandoned in their sites. We found figs on trees, the ever present olive trees, and wended our way up and down narrow mountain roads with precipitous drops causing my feet to hurt and Karen to clench the seat.
Hidden Naxos, written by Stuart Thorp. He is an expat who las loved on Naxos for decades, a professional photographer and tour guide. He doesn’t do that anymore, but he did write a pithy book with driving tours and a ton of information coupled with amusing commentary about the island.
Never one to fail to speak to a person, Karen did the only reasonable thing: she emailed him and asked where to get his book outside of the big town (which we have been avoiding).
And naturally he responded! Does anyone ignore her?
We met with him and he autographed a book for both Libby and Karen.
He sent us to, among other things, a ghost town where the inhabitants abandoned the village in the 1950's for unknown reasons, villages in deep valleys where an old man spontaneously stopped us, gave us amazing grapes and peeled a chestnut for us, and partially carved marble statues abandoned in their sites. We found figs on trees, the ever present olive trees, and wended our way up and down narrow mountain roads with precipitous drops causing my feet to hurt and Karen to clench the seat.
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