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ya sas, s’agapo

… is what Mr. Morrison would have sung had he been Greek. ¬†And is precisely what I said to Oia, the picturesque cliffside town that clings to the northernmost hook of the Thira (Santorini) cresent, the moment I arrived with … Continue reading

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