Turning right at the main post office he was now in a busy shopping area. Lots of small shops, a singular lack of chain stores that had mushroomed in London.
He came to a large church. A notice outside proclaimed it to be 'Metropolios'. Unless of great historical significance Kenneth didn't 'do' churches so he wasn't inclined to join the trickle of tourists entering. The church formed one side of a large square. In the corner of the square he noticed a café, the outside seating being shielded from passers-by with a tasteful display of potted shrubs. As his breakfast had only been a cup of coffee he decided on a croissant and fresh orange whilst planning his day. Hunger assuaged he consulted his map. Seemed quite straightforward.
Leaving the square he entered the Plaka. Although invited t
