Decades ago, market day meant catching the Bedford.
Yes, larger villages had occasional markets, and there was always a panayiri. But the weekly shop down in the town (hair-raising hairpin bends on the bus; women sitting at the back, men at the front, and chickens in between) was the big event…
Back then, market day was an experience. You’d meet up with friends and relatives: the cousin from Omodhos, the
