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A night out in the cafes and restaurants of Psiri or the Plaka usually means good, food, wine and conversation. It also means an army of children with flowers coming to your table. I always bring plenty of change when I leave the hotel for this purpose. This girl always finds me and I always buy a carnation from her. I can't help it. First of all they smell so beautiful. Second of all she is so lovely that I can't resist her. I think she told her friends and now whenever any of the gypsy flower girls or boys spot me in the taverna their eyes light up because they know they will make at least one sale. |
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