Of course I couldn't resist taking some photos when we were eating out!
Each meal would start with olives, olive oil and village bread.
The village bread, in fact, all the bread was so much better than any you could buy in the uk. I would quite happily eat it dry, but it was quite wonderful, dipped in olive oil.
I think the secret of the bread was that so many of the homes and restaurants still had wood burning stone ovens.
Unfortunately, I still can't get a taste for those olives, neither can Graham, so they were, I am afraid, left untouched! It seems such a crime, they look so good, those foul tasting beasts!