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NAXOS: As the largest and most mountainous of the Cycladic island complex, Naxos is a spot of white in the turquoise waters of the Aegean, and home to Greek mythological god Zeus. The island is a unique blend of ancient ruins and beach culture.
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Sometimes people come to Naxos with ships seem part of a Seventies TV series…
Restoration works? For years now, the Riace Bronzes have been hidden from the general public with this justification. But the truth is quite different: one of them ran away and sought refuge in the hot sands of Aghios Prokopios. The runaway Bronze spends his days on the beach (swimming, surfing, etc. etc.) and his evenings between a glass of ouzo and one of raki.
The place is hot, more than the nearby beach hidden behind the sand dunes, and sometimes it is smelly like any self-respecting salt lake. People pass by without paying much attention. There are those who park cars, or who drag themselves to a bar after a day under the sun; a few, made careless by the holiday atmosphere, may find their feet trapped in a gray mush. Nobody heeds the Red Salt Lake’s Monster. Fortunately, the “monster” does not seem to take offense, on the contrary, it enjoys leaving a trace of his salt presence now and then. Just to remind islanders, swimmers and absent-minded gods who really has been master for centuries on the island.
Walking in the middle of the Mediterranean scrub it may happen to come across a triptych of elements really surprising even in this fascinating part of the world. On the wall of a well-known tavern, visible from both land and sea, a very old banner ad of a famous Italian coffee brand is still standing. What one notices is the model chosen for the shot: thin, icy, but not suffering as the models parading on catwalks of haute couture today. The catchline too comes from the Past: “Italy’s Favourite Coffee”. From other times, perhaps even more distant, must be the rusty tin lying in a dirt patch wet from the spray of the waves and not far from the extraordinary expanse of silver gray and ochre brambles that from the top of the hills slope down to the rocks. Despite the rust you can still make out some of the script. The alphabet seems to be Hebrew. Decades ago, just near Cape Aghios Prokopios a Dutch merchant ship was wrecked during a tremendous and unexpected summer storm (see back post). Was this tin part of the cargo?