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The beautiful panoramas whet in You the appetite for Crete!
You will enjoy sitting in cafes and taverns in wonderful little resorts.
... and enjoy Manolis playing his mandolin ...
When submerging in the streets of historical cities and villages you get to breathe the air of old Crete.
There is history everywhere.
Minoan palaces, Byzantine churches and Venetian castles inspire to discover as much as ancient cultural sites and caves.
Night clubs, Jazz clubs etc. are mostly located in bigger cities.
But there are taverns and folklore restaurants and bars in the smaller resorts, as well.
Lonely mountain villages, monasteries and rocky gorges.
In the north of the island you hike through lush flora, through barren mountains in the south.
Wind-twisted trees, beaches that resemble paradise and rock formations that could be erected by Titans. There is everything on Crete.
Move with mouse the rectangle on the lower map. For a particular panorama, click the location on the main map.
Crete-card.com was devel- oped with Ruben Schecker, who left the project in 2007.
The beautiful panoramas whet in You the appetite for Crete!
Move with mouse the rectangle on the lower map. For a particular panorama, click the location on the main map.
Roll with the mouse over the listings.
The selected location will be shown lower on the smaller map.
Crete is a land in the dark waved sea,
fertile and graceful and surrounded by water. Countless people
are living there and their cities are ninety: ...
... Their kings' city is Knossos, where Minos reigned,
who at the age of nine spoke to Zeus, the great God.
They fashioned a tomb for thee, O holy and high one.
The Cretans, always liars, evil beasts, idle bell
But thou art not dead: thou livest and abidest forever,
For in thee we live and move and have our being.
Daidalos however, being tired of Crete and the tedious ban,
longing for home and the land of the youth,
was surrounded by sea. 'He might block lands and billows',
he said, 'but the heaven's space is free. There we want to go.
May he be the God of everything, but Minos is not the God of air'.
I hope anything.
I fear anything.
I am free
Wild peas or vetches arise from the rocks,
that bear both pods and flowers in their ears,
clusters of Cretan Iris, apparantly, orange-blue
and even rose for a change
margined with dark reddish green.
There, Zeus united with Europa in Gortys and she gave birth
to three sons: Minos, Rhadamanthys and Sarpedon.
...After his death her son Minos reigned over Crete
according to the laws his father gave him all nine years.
All of the problems that I, tied to a chair,
knot by knot tried to solve in my loneliness,
this man up in the mountains, in the open air,
already solved a long time ago with his saber.
I remember it exactly, that I could smell the island,
long before I could see it from the ship
- because of its strange citrus note.
Then I saw fog over the sea and soon after that the
bright crests of the white mountains became visible.
But Ikaros did not listen to the incantations of his father
not to fly too high. The sun made the wax, that held his wings
together, melt. The sapling rushed down and drowned
in the sea, which today bears his name. ...