“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.” ― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
“Her blue eyes sparkle when bathed in afternoon sunlight. Her full lips bear an enigmatic Mona Lisa smile. And she grips a bouquet of flowers that will never die. Meet Mother Meres — the mural.” –Terri Bryce Reves, Tarpon Springs Times
A recent stroll down Dodecanese Boulevard on a sunny afternoon felt like a trip to the Greek Islands. Shells and sponges; baklava and gyros; worry beads and Madonnas all competed for tourists’ attention. But instead of being in the middle of the Aegean Sea … I was in Tarpon Springs. Florida.
For most visitors, Florida is nothing more than two long beaches, with a dot-of-Disney between. But off-the-beaten-path types know there’s much more to the Sunshine State. We lived in St. Augustine, Florida for a few years, which enabled us to discover many wonderful small towns, and one of our favorites is Tarpon Springs.
We have chased gyros around the globe – from London to Athens to Amman – and back to New York, Chicago, and now … Mobile, Alabama! Who knew!
When we lived in St. Augustine, Florida we built a little cottage a few blocks from the beach. It had a postage-stamp sized garden that we loved. And this terra cotta lion presided over its tiny, frog-filled pond.