We left just after three this morning and still they were dancing the night away.
Nikos the Greek got through at least eight T-shirts. He pulled them out of a rucksack as if they were the silk handkerchiefs of a conjuror. There was a red one with a portrait of Che Guevara on the front, a Barcelona football shirt and an Argentina shirt with Maradona emblazoned across the back.
Our friends' home-grown basil filled the church with its aroma.
The village's three tavernas were bursting, the mini-market was busy and the balloon seller had a good night.
And the ice cold coke and beer was much-needed on this hot and humid evening.
And by the time we had finished with the lamb (nine had been spit-roasted), it looked like a dish Prometheus would serve up for Zeus - just a pile of bones.
Now the party is over and that's it for another year.
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