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It was a lovely scene as Panaghia came into view. We had just mounted from a valley to a high ridge & down below lay the village on a flat piece of land & beyond it could be noticed the sea. Hills surrounded the place except the opening towards the sea. We had really travelled right across the island. The village was just a collection of rock houses with red tiles & interspersed were the tall Poplar & also Olive trees. The contrast of red & green was very striking after the uninteresting view of trenches one had been used to of recent months on the Peninsula. As we entered the village the path lay through an avenue of Olive trees. The streets were laid with large big stones. We sought out the hotel called the London over which an Englishman who was called

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