Pl. d’Olof Palme, 12 (Friendship) · T. 666 139 465
I have never seen blue like the sea of Greece, a blue that looks like it was painted in oil, so outrageously intense it's not real. Thalassa means sea in Greek. Thalassa, thalassa, thalassa. I almost smell it, I almost see blue. I'm far away, but from this quiet and sunny terrace something comes to me from there: a divine bite of warm bread with taramosalata or fish roe pâté brings back the color and flavor of that surreal sea; las Filling (Rice stuffed parra sheets) and the spanakopita (Feta spinach crispies) They give me back the sun and the atmosphere of those islands; a ascend and the baklava unsurpassed, it finally gives me back all of Greece. I close my eyes and listen to the sea. Thalassa, thalassa, thalassa. MADAME G
