MYKONOS, GREECE–Wandering through the maze of Mykonos's white-washed streets, it's hard not to wonder what the plastic flamingos are doing in front of the church.
Then one of them blinks.
Before surprise can register, the giant birds spring to life with theatrical flair, at first languorously, then with increasing energy.
A small group of tourists gathers to watch the display of flapping wings and throaty squawks as the creatures play-fight and groom themselves.
"So, you met Peter?" asks John, one of our neighbours at the hotel. He and his wife Rosemary are from Boston and have been here several times.
