It’s a weekday afternoon on a quiet pedestrian street in Volos. At Kavouras, a traditional local haunt, the waiter cradles two bottles of tsipouro in his arms, as if they were infants.
It’s a weekday afternoon on a quiet pedestrian street in Volos. At Kavouras, a traditional local haunt, the waiter cradles two bottles of tsipouro in his arms, as if they were infants.