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6Day and Helen strolled to their favourite café in Filoti the next morning in the hope that over coffee they would gain the motivation to settle down to work. Helen had started writing a new novel in London, but had done nothing on it for several weeks now. Coming back to Naxos had been a welcome distraction for them both, but it was time to establish a routine. For Day, having accepted a lot of work that would see him through a pleasant summer on the island, it was more a case of not knowing where to start. His first task, he decided, was to make a plan.
Café Ta Xromata on the main road through the village was aptly named. Xromata in Greek meant colours, and the couple who owned the café had decorated accordingly. Woodwork and seat cushions were resplendent in lime green, yellow, oran
