Hard to whittle it down, but each of these had something extra special to say and stopped me in my tracks. Inside is as mysterious and lovely, but to do justice to them in a photo is not really possible. You must go and sit inside for a while yourself and then you will see what I mean!
It would take me a long time to find all their names on my camera memory card, but I may add them later. They are all to be found between Kardamili and Cape Tenaro, on the West Coast and up along the flanks of the Tageytus. The penultimate one is at Cape Tenaro (the Land’s End of the Pelopponese and said to be the southernmost point of mainland Europe) and is the Sanctuary and Death Oracle of Poseidon.
I am so grateful to them for the delight they have given me during the most strenuous rides I have ever done. Another case of reward being in proportion to effort!
A well known Greek photographer documented hundreds of scenes from the Mani, well before the roads were in place, traveling on foot or by donkey. A very moving account, called, I think, ‘Photographic Bible of the Mani’ I regret that I didn’t make note of his name.
Oo thank you Kay, he was called Yiannis Vourilitis!