Last night Marti and I joined the growing throng outside Saint Stephen Greek Orthodox Cathedral in rue Georges Bizet, awaiting the midnight Resurrection service (11 p.m. here, which is 12 a.m. in Greece). For the past couple of years we haven’t even tried to enter the overcrowded Cathedral. I’m becoming more and more claustrophobic as time goes on.
The light symbolizing Christ’s resurrection passed from the Bishop’s candle, spread through the church from worshipper to worshipper and eventually reached us on the street.
Then the clergy came out to the street to share the Good News.
With Jesus safely back among us, Marti and I taxied to rue de la Huchette – which I long ago nicknamed “Souvlaki Alley” -- and found a Greek restaurant that stayed open after hours to accommodate Easter patrons like us.
We kicked off Easter late supper with traditional red eggs and Mageiritsa lamb soup. After a long spring’s nap, I'll be roasting a leg of lamb for Easter Sunday dinner.