"It was the sign for carnage to begin. Plates frisbeed, bowls performed looping arcs through the air, dishes tumbled like acrobats against the sky, glasses caught the starlight as they rose briefly into the night. All eventually joined the growing pile of broken crockery on the flagstones below. Soon we had cleared the table and we paused, somewhat shocked, to admire our wanton vandalism. For a moment I thought the couple would go inside in search of more breakables, but we were sated and sunk back into our chairs to finish drinking, swigging straight from the bottles. Nodas never stopped dancing."

Andrew Bostock, Greek Easter, Inside the Mani, 2009