From there we roamed around the gorgeous town that the rich and famous discovered years ago.
Waiting for lunch Ristorante' a Zammara |
In the English Garden (Villa Communale) |
A view from the garden |
Giardini Naxos train station |
Numerous friends and acquaintances have mentioned that I should write about my life. Well, here goes. The title comes from my mother. She used the term to describe people with low morals, bad habits, or dirty houses...quite possibly all three. I'm just going to rake through my days and scrape up some stories.
Waiting for lunch Ristorante' a Zammara |
In the English Garden (Villa Communale) |
A view from the garden |
Giardini Naxos train station |
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