Kamatero, or Where Some People Will be Getting Married in Greece

To get there, you will need to take a boat. "Welcome aboard!" shouts the captain huskily. "Have a cigarette," he enjoins. "No, thank you," you whisper.



Once aboard, you will be able to enjoy scenic views of untrammeled Mediterranean grandeur ...



... and the Pireaus, Greece's famous port.



From the deck, you can enjoy the colorful variety of automobiles sharing the short fifteen-minute journey to Salamis. The entertainment, visible in the extreme left-hand corner of the photograph above, is supplied by roving ministerels ...



... please dogs for surprisingly modest fees.



Speaking of pooches, the house is guarded by these fearsome beasts.



Inside, you will see an aesthetic of graceful decay ruling over all.



And from the house, we pass into the Ewok village. Imagine this all cleaned up and decked out in festive lights, populated with guests in their Sunday best and the pig roast right in the center of things. Wedding-rific!



You'll pass then into a mystical woodland bower ...



... and emerge into a meadow.



Run (or walk) through said meadow!



And there, finally, you'll arrive at the little wedding chapel. A sense of the scale can be extracted by comparison with the small person just in front of the double doors. The wedding will be held outside the chapel on this terrace. And then get ready to do the Macarena, mister!

Bloggus Omnibus: November

It's November-time in London-town. What does that mean? Cold rain, the sun setting at four o'clock in the afternoon. Consequently, when it's time for bloggin', things get a little wild, woolly and packed with double shots of the BEST!



How so? Dig on these apples. Eighteenth century statues of scholars on the facade of a Wren church in Hatton Gardens.



Take that!



Or check out these "architectural drawings" by Zaha Hadid.



Maybe not so useful when you're trying to frame up a garage or install a bathtub, but still pretty cool.



Okay, this one is a singularity, although indicative of things more broadly, sad to say. What is that pathetic thing, you ask? Well, that's what we here in Britain call a generous gesture toward handicapped accessibility.



Hey - - who is that in the back yard? No, no; not sitting in the chairs. I'm not talking about a ghost.



I'm talking about that sweet, sweet fox. Foxy!



And kabaam! Speaking of foxes, there goes Michael J. Fox, back to the future.