Happiness can be found right here in two perfectly fried eggs and a pile of sun-soaked tomatoes taken before 10am on the bustling harbour front of Gaios. While my bitter coffee goes cold, I watch the anxious clients waiting for the flat-bottomed boat which will speed them on a crest of foam to the white sands of anti-Paxos. What is it about the human condition that makes us always so concerned, is this the right boat? Will it leave on time? Will it come back without me? The Greeks watch with pensive amusement, this daily fluttering, then suddenly all is bedlam and shouting someone’s moped is in the way and nobody wants to move it…….