The local legend has it that the miraculous icon traveled on a raft, with a lit vigil light always next to it, which was not blown out by either the winds or the waves, leading the religionists from the Turkish-ruled Crete to the coasts of Ios.
Below is a house I see something I have never seen before elsewhere in Greece. An image of Christ who smiles. I go in and stare at him for a while. I liked the idea.
After eating a delicious food, singing starts. There are local musicians playing. Oldest men sing first, the priest also. In a while, dancing starts. This will last until morning.