The world from my window

As Greek Easter approaches, about as late as this moveable feast can ever be, the island of Corfu becomes busier with the start of the holiday season. There are aeroplanes in the sky and cruise ships in the harbour. At first, the island was slow to wake up to these new visitors, who wandered around forlorn because everything seemed to be closed. But now, there are tables on the pavements outside the tavernas and waiters touting for business. There are irritating and leggy teenage British girls, singing at the Lidl checkout with mother, their shorts so short you can see the cheeks of their bottoms and probably more if you looked a little closer. There are sunburnt families wandering around the resorts, amazed the Greeks are still in thick coats and knee-high boots. There are fake lamb carcasses spinning on spits in the barbecue shop and coaches lining the Spianada . The streets of old Corfu Town become a language hotch-potch, as the tourists wander aimlessly, past the nic...