For a person, who doesn't drink, but is "obligated" to go to bars, I have to say that Cretes bars were something else. Plaka was one of those places that I don't know whether to hate or love. Really hippy place, small and I really feel out of my comfort zone, but again, there was something that really melted my heart: a dog.
February in Crete was really cold. It was windy and stormy, but when we came to Plaka, there was a heater and infront of that heater, there was a little dog sleeping, warming. So cute.
Place didn't give me anything else then this cute picture of cute dog and memory of purple walls... No thank you, for non-drinker, this wasn't my place.
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