It came down like manna. Heavy green snowflakes in this place of blue byzantine seas, of sage olive groves and silver sardines. They all looked up to the roofs of their white-washed houses at the hammering and puckering. The accumulation of inches happened in minutes and then the people bathed in a hum of silence. One girl in an elasticated cotton dress peered into the green sediment. Small green bodies with moist wide-apart eyes blinked back in surprise.