person holding blackberries and red pomegranate fruit

We were on our way to Plaka (Crete) and drove through a little Village near Neapoli. The houses looked so naturally greek that i asked my sister (the driver) for a stop to take some photos. While i was standing in front of an old wooden door with grapes hanging overthere, a greek man came and smiled to us. He put up a ladder, climbed up and picked up a bunch of grapes for me and my sisters. Then he invited us in his garden and while we washed our grapes, he came with a sheet of paper to dry the grapes and a pomegranate for everyone. I never met more friendly and hospitable people than there!