This is the picture I took myself through the coach window as we approached Lindos.
A closer look at the town, all dazzlingly white buildings set close together on crazy winding streets. 


It was a long, hot climb to the top of the acropolis. Some tourists chose to go up by donkey - our group all walked.
Many of the town women were selling their needlework on the slopes as we walked up. The embroidery was extraordinary but I didn't have time to choose anything or negotiate prices.
Hundreds of steps up! And it was exceedingly hot!
Approaching the fortification walls. The red dot is a person.
My handbag marks the spot where I sat and rested about 3/4 of the way up. I needed the shade as much as I needed to rest my legs.
The view from the top was worth every bit of the climb. Here's Steve taking a photo.
The acropolis is a jumble of all the different succeeding civilizations who occupied this bit of land. 


The walk down passed by a number of small restaurants and shops. We stopped to get an orange juice and a beer. It was the best orange juice I'd ever had, and not just because I was so hot and thirsty.
The wall of the restaurant held family pictures of the four generations who have owned it. Protection was guaranteed by these two items - a religious icon and beside it, the ever-present blue and white symbol of the evil eye.
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