Meanwhile in the Med...

Try to tell the locals far-fetched tales about autumnal iridescence with golden-brown leaves scattered aground and rustling sounds from the forest and you risk being looked at you as if you were either Baron Von Munchausen or Bozo. This is a different land in every measurable way: They have different Gods here, different ethereal forces at work and different climate altogether. Zeus seem to have lost the knack of thundering recently, while Poseidon must have been tapped by some beautiful mermaid down the bottom of this 300-ft-deep lake and given his trident a rest, while at it. Helios ain't fucking about though... I am sweating like a knocked up nun here. Still, water and sky work in tandem to conjure up the ever soothing blue magic and rid me of the heat-addled delirium.

This is Crete at the heart of autumn.
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