This is the old Venetian fort at Palaiochora, Crete. The photo was taken on a very hot June day in 2003.
I am cleaning out my little home office in my spare time and found a floppy disk of photos. (The format is almost obsolete by now.) There were 24 photos and this one brought back memories of the day for me. I walked up there on a lonely, hot siesta afternoon. There is so little left of the fort but what remains is so massive, speaking silently of occupation, war, of time itself: flowing yet stolid.
Wikipedia has a page on Palaiochora now. (Or is it that I never thought to look?)