– Oh, I was shut in one Ash Monday, my children! And it was raining, it was winter, in the movie theatre.  And there were relatives, friends, tables. And my father and his brothers played instruments.  Songs until the sun came out.  We ate the traditional dishes, the ‘taramosalata’, all that sea food, the halva. And we had fun until late, going from one house to the other. Ash Monday would last late into the night.