Watching the ever-ongoing crucifixion of the Greek people on the cross of the euro has recalled for me the four visits I have made to Greece over five decades. When I first spent months there in 1964, I found Greece a poor and backward but delightful country, many of whose friendly people still lived in the timeless way they had done for millennia. The remote Mani Peninsula, the southernmost prong of the Peloponnese, was still as untouched by the modern world as Paddy Leigh-Fermor had described it in his famously romantic travel book.