To our surprise we have only seen half the village... down through hairpin bends we arrive at thriving tourist village, alive with tavernas, craft shops and war memorials. A complete contrast.
We wander for a while, noting all the old ladies patiently bent over their needlecraft. Later, I swear they have Duracell Batteries. I make the mistake of looking at a cloth. Only €5 the ancient lady burbles. "Great Price, very cheap." "Be great for the B & B" says Roger. I'm not convinced that I like it, but the cloth is wrapped instantly and reluctantly I hand over €5. Ancient lady leaps into action, grabs my hand... "More" she says. "I want €10 more."
"No" I say "You said €5." Which is a ridiculous price but what she asked for. I am now totally convinced I don't want the wretched cloth. "No sale "I say. I reach out for the five Euros - luckily I haven't taken the cloth. Quick as a flash the note is in her pocket.
Her eyes sparkle with triumph. It's too hot. I turn away. I'd rather lose €5 than pay €15 for something I don't want.
She realises she is not going to get the extra €10. She calls me back and offers the cloth I point to her pocket and sheepishly she gives me €5.
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