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On fish, family and summer

Published February 4, 2014September 18, 2014 by greekstreet in Family, Greece, Homesick, Love, Mums, Writing

We are having a Ball!

Published January 23, 2014September 18, 2014 by greekstreet in Life, Love, Writing

Through the looking glass

Published July 22, 2013September 18, 2014 by greekstreet in Life, Writing

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Idleness is sweet…

Published February 17, 2011May 6, 2013 by greekstreet in Life, Writing

You should be as alive as you can, until you’re totaly dead!

Published January 30, 2011May 6, 2013 by greekstreet in Life, Writing

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TBT Myanmar sunsets 🌅

Stray kitties of Athens 🐈@catsandgreece

Already missing Greek summer 💔

The DJ was playing Backstreet Boys and we wanted to get back to the dance floor. 2 years since I wore Havaianas with my wedding dress 👫PC: @artecinematica

I was listening to Mystery of Love when I took this photo, it was too much 😭

Good to be back in the London bubble 💖

Smell ya later Asia, BRB

Floating markets of Bangkok (not pictured, the 3,682 snacks we tried just milling about)

Joining my mum at the ‘laiki’, the Greek version of a wet market, was often the highlight of my week as a child, getting to pick the flowers she bought and observing which tomatoes she deemed good enough to pick up for ‘gemista’. Perhaps it’s what draws me to markets as an adult, welcoming the onslaught of sights and smells, making sense of a place the best way I know how: peeking into people’s shopping bags, admiring the neatly stacked rows of fruit and sussing out the best snacks.

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