Another day, another balcony, another marble staircase....

I like marble staircases (I like all staircases, but marble ones are lush). However, since Vegoritida I haven't been allowed to explore any. Last night we stayed in Preveza - third floor, accessed by a Tardis. Only this morning on the way out down by the stairs did I realize I'd missed out on a full three flights of marble stairs. That made my head swivel. 

Tonight we are in Mesalongi (old town, judging from the view from this balcony); another place to explore, another bed to check under, but same old food bowl, same litter box.

And a marble staircase.....

In Preveza we stayed directly opposite a butchers shop with a bakery beside it. Late last night after I had refused point blank to eat any more processed food, it finally occured to F to go to the butcher's.  Ahhhh fresh chicken at last.  I filled my boots.

Today the humans got themselves some warm bread and tiny apple pies.  I got more chicken; consumed with relish,  and smelled the rest of it being cooked up for travelling....

All I can tell you about Preveza is the apartment had a well equipped balcony, comfortable seats well aligned to sunshine, and a great settee with a gap at the back, suitably draped in a settee cover where I hid from Mr B this morning. F knew where I was immediately. There seems to be no escaping that woman; she has learned to think in CAT I suspect.

From Preveza we went to Palairos by way of a tunnel.  Palairos itself was a challenging town to navigate around but we found a place to park in shade beside the sea and my humans disappeared off with paddle boards again. They went visiting. A friend of theirs had parked her little yacht out in the bay and they came paddling back again about the length of a cup of coffee later.

From there the drive was both moutainous and beside the sea. We saw lots of land farm animals, and lots of fish farms, a quarry of magnificent proportions, and lots of little roadside shrines.

Something we remarked on yesterday, but which F never photographed while we were in the 'frozen north' were watering places. They had presumably been built for watering livestock (or thirsty travellers), but some were very elaborate, even monumental. They seemed to be only in the mountains.  Next trip we will try to capture a watering hole a day. (Real water, no euphemism.)

We did see these mules though (no humans around)

Mr B wanted to know what they have in their back packs.  F said tents, sleeping bags, you know, the usual stuff that mules need. Mr B reckons there had to be a shovel.  They always have a shovel in the movies.

Mesalongi looks interesting - it's on a sort of sealake which is a national park, but we are on our way home now so the explore of this place might have to await another holiday. We crossed a  couple of causeways and a small island, saw salt ponds and big mountains of sparkling white salt