A break from beach-skipping for the day. A stop at the village of Tsagkarada. Famous for its huge plane tree. A 1000 years old, I've been told, it's one of the oldest trees in Europe.
I could imagine no better place for a mid day coffee and dessert.
Frappes and portokalopita. The latter not as intensely orange-flavored as the one we had the other day, neither did it have the toothsome phyllo texture, rather it was more like a basbousa in texture. Still quite good.
Followed by a short walk around town.
