A purple world

A supremely lazy day mainly lounging on our balcony and looking at the view. I got some bread and water and then mainly loafed. The day slightly overcast, but the temperature still lovely. As Lorraine worked  cross-stitching tiny ornate squares and I fiddled with a new poem about moths. We both slept in the afternoon too.  

In the evening we sauntered down the path where the little lizard zooms, down to Thomas's taverna. The sky tonight unbelievably pink in the east, and it turned the sea purple. People from the taverna, including the staff, popping out to photograph the phenomenon. Utterly beautiful. Thomas himself came and talked to us, saying he had his taverna for 37 years, and the sweet natured woman who served us was his daughter. 

Lorraine and I shared a Greek salad, and Lorraine ate chicken souvlaki and I had spaghetti with a vegetable sauce and lots of grated cheese, and then we both had orange cake. Lovely stuff. 

Happily sauntering home.

Below the purple evening. And a purple throated flower, which may or may not be associated with the purple stemmed berries.