Crackpots: Easter in Corfu*

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Easter in Corfu. Moving and bonkers.


Here's the bonkers bit:
   
And then a mad scramble to pick up the broken pieces after the Easter Saturday pot smashing in Corfu Town is all over.

We took ours home and put them on the mantelpiece as an offering to Hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home before a siesta and the evening festivities to come.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

*First published 4 May 2013

Comments

  1. Pondside30 April 2016 at 00:20

    That is right up there on the 'oddest festivals' list.

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  2. maddie1 May 2016 at 11:13

    It is indeed, Pondside. It's like nothing I have ever seen before.

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