The importance of monuments in the beautiful landscape of the lagoon ...
The lagoon I would say is a separate planet autonomous with its normal life, its religion, its saints. All together they are a wonderful ensemble, a theater of life scene. For the sake of my aunt Messolonghi was a joy to flee and holiday and other things and experiences. The companion doctor when he saw me trembling like a fish said: "Sunrise 39οC, quickly in Agrinio (since we played volleyball all day long in the sand of Louros). No, let me go to Fisherman's Field, I said! "I was eating a blanket for a couple of days when I stayed for a couple of days and everything else was delicious. Lovely fishermen listened to my stories from my student life in Italy.
What are the Cliffs? Residents of fishermen. The word "Pelage" comes from the Italian "Pilastro" or the French "pilier", ie a pillar. These huts of wood, reeds and rocks are part of the fishing village's fishing village, which lives at intervals in the fishing lagoon. Fishing is mostly done by trapping the fish in the "baits" of the sea called the "vivaio", a fish farm and, in the case of fish-eating facilities, traps. These huts are well organized with a bedroom and a kitchen. Heater with stoning and logically under the parking lot for the quail. All fishermen have a central spot where they meet, in the central pool of the cooperative, where fishing is presented and marketed. The pile settlement is one of the most ancient ways of man's residence. Venice is built on a multitude of piles within its lagoon (below the water) where the foundations of its palaces are laid. I think that churches in the lagoon may have been mocked before they were built.
Agios Ioannis of Tholie, an impressive chapel, alone with its tower on the islet of Tholos, has now become a haunt of hunters, but it has its own history. From the fishbowl of Louros (the long sand strip in the lagoon) are the fishermen's asses. He reminded me of Ernest Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea," when the old fisherman brought us to the islet of Tholice. After weighed in his bush for the stability of his boat he put the small moteraki for the Blur in front. Everything was good at first, but in the middle of the lagoon the moteraki barked. He probably caught greens and his propeller did not turn. Luckily I had a knife in my backpack, so releasing the propeller then continued our journey. The ruined chapel with the narthex fallen and its central trumpet stood there, who knew when, when the ruined two-storey tower, shelter, and cell of the kaloger with the loopholes and splinters above the entrance. It was a monument to the monastery of the Archangels of Neochori and had a three-storey tower with an external staircase and catapult at the entrance of the first floor. Piracy at that time, according to 17aea, is known throughout the Ionian and Patraikos. Algerians, Dalkats and Turks roamed in the seas and robbed what they found, villages, monasteries and whatever else they could do.
Every islet in the lagoon had its history. My disembarkation at Vassiladi for the first time impressed me because I was emotionally listening to the history of the island and the anguish of the fishermen in Agios Sostis. For the protection that the Saint provided them, they maintained the small chapel of the Saint and protected it. I did a study of the restoration of the building, the roof, the masonry, the maintenance of the outdoor shelter and all that is needed for its survival. Besides, I wanted to offer the study in memory of the beloved uncle Sozon and his grandson who was lost by an accident. On the sandy slopes to the west was the old harbor of Messolongi, where the galleys and every merchant ship lined up. There, Lord Byron disembarked, and with bulls he moved to Messolonghi. It became operational at the feast of the Saint and offered fine food as a dish cooked in brine, a bit of course heavy to digest for us non-sausages. The icons of the feast, the boarding for the Vespers and the return were really wonderful. Good operations of the operator for lagoon management, corridors that arrived comfortably in both the lighthouse and the chapel of the Saint.
Now let's go a little out of the lagoon at the Holy Monastery of Taxiarches of Wouria. The study of the restoration of this historic monument, which, with its wonderful frescoes, began to collapse. I have made many trips in the past to capture and compose the restoration study. Today the Saints Taxiarchs of Gouras are an example of a restoration and pilgrimage area of the faithful of the area, as they had once lived when the Holy Monastery flourished. Stories about the wonders of the Taxiarches are still alive to the memories of the inhabitants. The presence of the most respected Metropolitan, Kosmas, many priests, pilgrims was attended, and mentions were given to the initiators of the restoration of the monument. Thank you for the icon of the Holy Taxiers with dedication to contribute to the work of restoration and maintenance of the Holy Monastery dating 07 / 11 / 2011.
The religious tradition of the lagoon people does not stop here. The caves and the ascetics of the fathers, the small temples in the middle of nothing of the lagoon and the antiquity of ancient times keep the faithful inhabitants with the manifestations of faith, feasts and religious celebrations in the simplicity and sincerity of the way of life. But nature is unique in its beauty.
I was told by a great architect, unique in France, about the restoration of historic monuments, Jean Trouvelot: "When I fly over the Mesolongi lagoon I am not happy to see this wonderful scenery, the game of the sea, the land, the islands and rivers.