Sunday was election day here. For several weeks there have been glossy flyers and leaflets littered about everywhere, flyers posted on cars, and the occasional loud speaker message. Greece requires its citizens to vote, though apparently they have stopped enforcing that law recently. People travel back to the town where their family is registered. (Says a British colleague: I never understood why Joseph and a very pregnant Mary traveled to Bethlehem to pay taxes, but after moving to Greece, I realize this is normal.) 
The election here was held at the elementary school -- each ward had a separate classroom, with large clear plastic boxes for collecting the paper ballots. From a block away you could hear the hubbub. Candidates, supporters, excited kids, neighbors, dogs; young, middling, and old voters all hanging out. There was no leafletting or active campaigning that I could see (a major improvement over Pennsylvania elections). 
By holding elections on the weekends and *expecting* all voters to come out, they become a festive occasion, and having everyone from the town come to the same location creates more of a sense of importance and "happening".
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