A short occasional series featuring a picture and a memory.
It began as a competition to record as many different glasses at one restaurant as we could over the pace of three days.
But today it was the jam jar which took pride of place.
Tina liked the jam jar and it reminded me of a similar jar, in a taverna at the foot of the Acropolis in Athens.
It was a full forty-one years ago, and while I have long ago forgotten what we ate, I can remember the ice cold Retsina which was served up in the glass jug.
Location; Lorraine’s Magic Hill, Lourdas Beech, Kefalonia
Picture; glass jar, 2019, from the collection of Balzano
It began as a competition to record as many different glasses at one restaurant as we could over the pace of three days.
But today it was the jam jar which took pride of place.
Tina liked the jam jar and it reminded me of a similar jar, in a taverna at the foot of the Acropolis in Athens.
It was a full forty-one years ago, and while I have long ago forgotten what we ate, I can remember the ice cold Retsina which was served up in the glass jug.
Location; Lorraine’s Magic Hill, Lourdas Beech, Kefalonia
Picture; glass jar, 2019, from the collection of Balzano
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