We had an hour to kill before the next meeting at the Synagogue. A warm rain was beginning to fall. We went down into a basement clothes shop. This part of town was empty, and he seemed glad to see us. We talked while Bev decided on some outfits for the festive party season in Birmingham. He’d lived in Brussels for a while. He said, And I married a woman from Belgium. I made a mistake and came back here. She loves the sunshine but I hate the sunshine. She goes to the beach and I go to the bar. He asked us to come back and visit and tell him more about the project. We will.

- In a back street in Hania, Crete