Wandering the streets of this old, ancient town. Getting lost in my favorite kind of way. The streets winding; around every corner, a new burst of color, an explosion of floral. The dogs and the cats and the motor bikes.
While in Chania, I stayed in an upstairs loft on one of these lively streets. There was a giant window seat, a balcony, all overlooking this and only steps away. I could have stayed there forever, lost anew every day.