I look down at the plate-I have never seen any confections in these shapes before, and I can’t anticipate the flavour of any of them. There is one in quadrants like a pastry kite, another like a ridged sausage, another like a piece of fried lace. I might as well be living on the moon.Continue reading “RKS Travel (Travels in Greece): The American Author’s First Day in Her Athenian Apartment: A Welcoming Plate of Pastries from Neighbour”
