Sunlight in the Wine (dedikált példány) [antikvár]

Chapter One t-xt v t was a June morning when Sotiris came to look at the house for us and the valley was brilliant with bright shaking light on the leaves of the olive trees. The water was running high and fast that year and the rocky stream that leaped and spun at the bottom of our little orchard soiinded like excited applause. There was a wind, of course, as there usually is on Andros, which made everything but the cypress trees dance, and the doves had chosen that moment to float back to their ancestral white home. We had bought draught wine from a village store and stood on the terrace eating olives with it while Sotiris took stock of the view. The village was a little farther up the valley and the blue dome of the Orthodox church with its little cross was just visible above the branches of a huge walnut tree. Natural spring water gushes out of the mouths of lion head gargoyles below the church's marbled steps and there is a tavema just across the road. There were other white houses to be seen farther up the