On Corfu there must be a competition for who's got the biggest and loudest. It didn't seem to matter what time of day it was, they'd have a good old ring - and it sounded like an over-enthusiastic remedial ringers class - two high bells alternating as fast as they'd swing and two low bells with something approximating Morse code for number 7 on one, then the same pattern on the other.
The whole cacophony continued for about 5 minutes. Then an hour and a bit later (also not on any hour or quarter hour), the same thing happened again. It was enough to stop the street gangs from their accordion assaults.
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| Statue just outside the belly church. I think they used Terry Pratchett as a sculpture model. |
Besides belltower envy, I think there might be a little compensation thing going on with the ice creams. Lyn asked for lemon and raspberry; I asked for mandarin and strawberry. The store keeper said, "You'd better sit down."
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| We've only just begun |
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