mythos beer

summer nights

Time is slow, and as the sun sets in all shades of pink, the cicadas finally hush. He opens a bottle of cold Mythos, I bring some olives or salted nuts. We can embrace the evening slowly. Taverns will welcome us late, dinner could be served to us at eleven or even at midnight, why hurry?
So you tell me, how could I not fall in love with this place?