Something magical about moments of morning idleness in idyllic spots.  Surely they allow some quiet clean up of over-burdened minds, or just some simple reprieve from restless strivings? 

But still, leisure has its rewards here as well: idle mornings of meditation in upper rooms and saunters through a maze of towers and now, lying and smoking after a happy sleep in the cave-like shadow of a carob tree. 

‘Saunter’, lovely word, reminds me of one I recently learned in Italian: ‘gironzolare’, to stroll about.

Enjoy another easy Greek morning recounted by Lawrence Durrell, and dancing summer days, together with a surprising evocation of tasty idleness. 

Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese, introduction by Michael Gorra (New York: New York Review of Books, 2006 (1958)), p. 189

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