Someone called Ms Dragonfly left me a very kind comment about my latest drawing yesterday and when I visited her blog to repay the compliment, I found a small mention of fresh figs eaten right off the tree. That reminded me of why it was I ended up prolonging my stay in Crete 10 years ago instead of taking my scheduled flight to Istanbul. It was because of the figs. I just had to stay till fig season so I could pick them right off the trees and stuff my face with fruit which I’m sure they have in heaven. I’m sure Istanbul is a magical place, but the lure of the exquisite fruit won me over that time. I never though to check whether they have fig trees in Istanbul, but it wouldn’t have been the same, I’m sure.
Pic from Moonstitches