David and I had a splendid weekend break in Rethymnon, where the Carnival atmosphere was sizzling. It all started with a short parade on Saturday night, followed by fireworks, after which what seemed like thousands of people funneled into the old town. Streets streamed multi-masked bodies, bar walls bounced to loud, throbbing music, revelers danced in every space, restaurants churning out food to whistles and hoots, and the party went on into the small hours.
And on Sunday, the day of the big parade, things got even louder. I have never seen so many people in one place. We stood for two hours in brilliant sunshine, watching the parade, went for a drink, continued to watch the floats and hordes of be-costumed dancers on the coffee-bar TV, decided to go for a pizza, and still the Carnival procession flowed down the main street. It began at 2 p.m. and by 5 p.m. was still going. That's when we left to drive back to Vrahassi, but I suspect the end was nowhere near in sight. What energy these people had.