Winding our way through the white-washed streets of Kato Hora we bump into the most unlikely Byzantine Castle complex. It just sits there entirely forgotten in the middle of town. The streets are dead, it is hot, and I can't help myself as I climb all over every accessible part of this once grand place. Every turn brings yet another tiny church. I am overjoyed as I jump from stone wall to slate roof in this funny little complex. Always keep your ears open for mountain goats.
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