Preveza quay and narrow, culinary streets

The morning begins with a swim in the sea, breakfast on the terrace is, even if essential parts of a breakfast are missing, more beautiful than eating in a dining room with a buffet. Sometimes less is more. More bread wouldn't have hurt though. The luggage with the divine messengers, the thoughts with the upcoming trip to the historic port city of Preveza, in between a lot of coastal road and the tourist bathing oasis Parga on the Ionian coast. The sky is cloudy, the air warm; perfect conditions to make good progress. The majority of the route offers a view of the sea or the gorges spanned by bridges between the individual rock masses. The asphalt is warm, which is generally good, but one should not afford to take their eyes off the road, as it is also marked by traces of intense heat and not everywhere are the cracks patched. Those who approach here with the belief in the conditions of German roads -which are even complained about by German drivers- should have their health insurance card or travel return transport ready. Concentration is required and for relaxation there are always small wine-hung taverns by the roadside. We are quickly in Parga, where we drive steeply into the town on the only road that leads into and out of the town. The traffic here can be called more than lively. Everything is simply driving around here, forward and backward, up and down. Traffic control seems to be left to chance for the non-Southerner. It is recognizable, even now, that beach tourism plays the most important role here. With the thought of perhaps taking a coffee break here, we stop at the lowest point of the town and immediately dismiss this idea due to the apparent lack of space, also for motorcycles and the various prams and pedestrians who stand on your feet within seconds. Quickly away and back on the coastal road, past small coastal towns, located in the middle of long abandoned salt marshes. Due to the natural need for a rest, we steer a large supermarket on the roadside shortly before Preveza. Our emergency cannot be helped here, but there are many delicious sweets to buy. The space at the pockets always offers so much space. What doesn't fit is eaten on site. We sit up and drive a real 500 meters to look for our luck just around the next curve in a small restaurant. We also want to be guests and enjoy coffee, cola and irresistible tzatziki, which the landlord recommends as homemade. After this rest, we are still about 12 km away from the Captain's House Hotel, idyllically but centrally located on the harbor of Preveza, just as beautiful as the hotel itself. We check in, freshen up and meet directly opposite the hotel in the little alley at the Greek bar for frappe and cola. In addition to the scent of Greek sea air wafting through the alley into our noses, we also smell the scent of freshly grilled souvlaki. The view across the street reveals the origin and the information given by the waiter on request, that you can also eat the souvlakipita from across the street in the café, seals the fate of 9.60€. Four pita and the small hunger is satisfied. The digestive walk leads us along the promenade past an endless chain of predominantly sailing yachts and the restaurants opposite, past the historic town hall and the Greek National Bank, and finally into the still sleepy old town with its narrow streets, some of which are only four meters wide and are home to one fish restaurant after another. This is where our evening ends. Yia Mas!