Walking to an early morning meeting yesterday I walked past the spot that sealed the deals - both my marriage and our honeymoon. Walking by one morning in the Fall of 1987 my future wife and I smelled food and walked in to a greek glendi in progress. Being introduced to spanikopita, baklava, and moussaka and shortly thereafter being *forced* to dance. No sitting was allowed. Now that's a culture we just had to explore further.
This is a poor phone cam picture but I couldn't resist. There are too many memories in this town!