Greek fashion show

After another couple of hours of driving through still more twisting, winding mountain roads (I watched a couple episodes of The Office on my media player) we had to make another stop. After driving through mostly deserted mountain pastures and a smattering of little old villages, we pulled into a big parking lot with a modern building in the middle. There were signs in English, German and French indicating this was the best place in Greece for souvenirs, so of course we were interested. As soon as the bus doors opened all 50 of us headed for the bathrooms. After watching a demonstration on rug-making and listening to a sales spiel which resulted in no rug sales, they turned the group loose in the store. Although the place was probably 2000 sq. ft of sales space, I really couldn't find anything I needed or wanted. They had everything Greek you could possibly want: from olive oil to statues to postcards to pottery. Gail got a couple little things for work colleagues and the dogsitter. We (rightly) assumed that their prices were a bit inflated and that we might find better deals elsewhere. Others in our group loaded up on more junk to stuff into their bulging suitcases. These girls apparently found the fur section of the store but nobody had a spare thousand Euro to spare for these necessities.