After a heady night in town, and before as we slowly meander our way back along the sea front to our hotel, Nigel’s favourite final port of call is to the Greek donut seller
It doesn’t matter how large his supper has been, he always leaves a little room for his donuts.
He could have them coated in all manner of wonderful stuff like white or milk chocolate, cinamon or chocolate powder, but, unusually for Nigel, it’s a case of “less is more” and he only ever asks for (or points) to a light dusting of sugar, “Why over gild a cherry!” he says.
…… and then, we have to find a bench so that he can nom awhile …….
…… under the Greek moon and stars, bouzouki music playing and the lapping of the waves in the distance ………………. happy, balmy days, where memories are made of this! Nom, nom, nom!
That is a huge donut for a small Nigel.
ReplyDeleteI hope he didn't get indigestion.
Oh My Goodness - I've just been browsing the link to your hotel - you mean they have ALL of that AND doughnuts to eat under the Greek moon and stars!!! Book me a room pronto! JantheFan x
ReplyDeleteUmmmmm, donuts too.... the moon,the stars and wonderful donuts; they do look delicious .....days and nights you hope will never end!.....Dianne
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