Somehow, come the end of many an evening Julie and I would find ourselves in a Souvlatsidiko on Patission Street, we used to order a couple of souvlaki pittas with tzatziki and beers and sit on the white marble steps outside as the sun threatened to rise.
I dont know what the bar was called, but for some reason Julie used to sing “edelweiss, edelweiss” as we ate.