Mainly because his formerly more famous but less gifted brother Larry was such an idiot and asshole, I came perilously close to just throwing this particular book into a bin. That would have been a mistake, since it contains scenes and anecdotes to rival his first memoirs in Corfu, which I'd still put atop the world's greatest books.
Surely these books inspired a tourism craze in Corfu, possibly more than once. That's why it's so strange to infer that Gerald never settled in Corfu again, whereas someone like Patrick Leigh Fermor walked across Europe and the Balkans but settled in Greece.
It's telling that the only actual Greek on their picnics, etc. is their (paid?) handyman. Given that young Gerald describes going out of his way to hear peasant gossip (without relaying much), perhaps it was just brother Larry's prejudice.