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April 30, 2021

Had my Mum not mentioned that she was dying eggs today, I wouldn’t have realized that it’s Greek Easter this weekend. Some of my most pronounced childhood memories are from Greek Easter; fasting on lentils and french fries, a sea of candles flickering at the water’s edge, lamb on the spit, incense, flames, tsoureki smothered in butter and honey. Here, Nikos Economopoulos photographs a man carrying a large icon of the Virgin Mary while a dog looks down from a white-washed roof.

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