Thanks again Steven when we knew Lefteris when he was the Rethymnon - Plakias- Mirthios bus conducter , not so grey as his picture you linked . He used to get the cream of the arriving backpackers, for rent rooms for his family, or a small commission from the Pensions , it was easy having met them on the on the bus, it was an easy sell. His job apart from conducting had him jumping off the bus before Plakias ,to tend to his bees , and jumping back on when it turned to go up Mirthios . We got on with him whilst travelling to rethmo for weekly provisions He used to guide and watch the backing up of the bus for the driver. On more than one occasion the village with the only butcher ,can't remember its name , he used to have to move the chairs to let the bus through, as they were all watching a communal tv in the village sq . We eventually rented a really nice Greek house from him, after all his sales tequniques, we had resisted in the past , and got to know him better, he must of started this doughnut business on his retiral from the buses .
Yes thats the name of the Resturant over the small storm drain , when we were flush we used to go there for a special meal ,and remember among other fantastic dishes that Lucas did one I remember was the wonderful mixed egg salad( sounds boring and simple, I know ,but with a real chefs magic something special ) in a large glass bowl a meal in itself.
I remember one night at the begining of a season sitting in the Lysseos having a meal , the weather was foul and it started to rain and thier were candles on the table awaiting the inevitable power cut , expected in in Greece in a storm. Litos was the only restaurant owner then that played either classical music , vangelis or Irene papas, and not the usual pop, so with this good music playing, as up until then we still had electric, the show began , with one of the biggest electrical storms we had seen in Greece , a bit frightening , with crashing thunder and what I can only describe as hundreds of separate bursts of lighting shooting across the sky and our eyeline in the black inky sky it was like our own sound and light show supplied by nature and the music playing until a loud crash of thunder along with a crescendo from the music , and everything went black apart from flickering candles and the music was dramatically cut , you couldn't of staged it better, and is still imprinted on my brain, and never forgotten ......
