managed a sketch at the small fishing boat harbour just before the rain. I love the
apparent messiness there while everything is of use and necessary.
then had a coffee next to a man with red hair that had just bought a drone and was looking for the instructions on his tablet, while a jackhammer was banging away at the pavement on the opposite side of the street.
A Greek red-head? Must be a few around like the ones I saw in Lebanon. Foreign invasion in years gone by.