Every evening at 8 we gather for 'ouzo hour' on the terrace. You've seen the photos and read about the menu. I don't think I've explained the fashion, however. Ouzo hour is the one time of day when we are all clean and nicely dressed. The men show up in pants and collared shirts, the women all wear dresses, and Mr. McCredie even wears a jacket and tie.
But I brought only one dress.
To supplement my meager wardrobe, I chose two dresses from seasons past from boxes found in the attic of the museum.
Please enjoy the photo of the 1972 showstopper, affectionately termed 'the jungle jumper' by yours truly. Note the colorful print and oversized cloth buttons.
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