Paternoster is the exact description in magazines. It’s a little piece of Greece with whitewashed cottages, exquisite shorelines, charming restaurants, and home to local fishermen; giving the entire village a romantic air of nostalgia.
All the towns are not the same. They are different in history, characteristics, religion, faith, people and food. Especially, the food; always viciously searching for relatively unknown attractions, eateries and stories. Yet somehow Vredenburg gave me none of that. Continue reading