In 2016, drawn by the smell of Easter cookies, I ventured into a small bakery in the village of Olympos, on the Greek island of Karpathos.
The owner, a woman named Kalliope, was going about her work while wearing what looked to me like a traditional costume.
After chatting for a minute or two, I asked if she was dressed this way because it was Easter.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“These are my clothes.”“You are the one,” she added, “who is dressed in a European costume.”