4
4The police station on Naxos occupied a building in one of the older squares in Chora town. If it had not been for the blue-painted grilles across the ground floor windows, and the signage announcing it to be the Astynomiko Tmima Naxou, ‘Naxos Police Station’ written underneath in English, it could have been mistaken for a small business. The motorbike rental company next door seemed to be busier, but this was misleading. Inside the police station a revolution was taking place. A new inspector had taken over, and he was effecting changes.
Astynomiko Tmima Naxou, ‘Martin Day swung his car into a vacant parking space surprisingly close to the police station. Shortly before leaving for London he had parked in the same place to say goodbye to the retiring Chief of Police, Tasos Cristopoulo
