All the colours of my day. We took a trip to Monomvasia. Two reasons. Someone had said it was ‘Worth a look’. And secondly I remembered reading about the fortress town, in an old edition of National Geographical, such an old edition that the pictures were in black and white.

The understatement of black and white images and a throw away remark had not prepared me for  the vibrancy and beauty of a town hanging on the slopes of a rocky island close to mainland Greece.

Our day started very grey, torrential rainfall and a waterspout accompanied the bitter, but essential phase of coffee in a taverna.

Arrival to Monomvasia brought turquoise sea, free parking and a cheap bus ride up a steep hill.

Every corner of the town was a visual treat. Old houses still awaiting some twenty first century tweakments, or not. I do love a dishevelled building in the right circumstances.

A taverna for sale had a laconic sitting tenant with no expectation of being disturbed any time soon. Monomvasia is in Laconia.

For a touch of blue with both meanings of the word,  I realised yesterday that I really regret getting rid of all my dads old National Geographics when I cleared my old home 30 years ago. There is  something magical about  discovering a fantastic world of colour hinted at in monotone.