A holiday In Crete
- Mika Waltari Sytalkion, or Si-tal-ki-o as the locals pronounced it, was a silent, sleepy place in the noon-tide heat. The predominantly dark blue shutters of the old town were firmly closed, protecting the slumbering populace within from the worst of the dust and heat of the long summer day. In shady sandstone doorways, between the white balusters of balconies and upon...