The settlers of Sykopetra chose to dedicate the main church of the village to Agios Dimitrios. It is built on the edge of a deep ravine and geographically it is in the center of the village that "spreads" into a straight line on the slope of the mountain peak of Papoutsa.
It was built relatively recently, since it was built in the mid 20th century. In the same place, there was an older church dedicated to the same Saint. It follows a Byzantine style and it is cruciform, without an external dome. It is covered with a multi-level vaulted roof. The bell tower is on the angle formed by the south wall and the narthex. Besides its religious value, in terms of architecture, there is nothing to be added.
In the courtyard of the Church there is faucet with potable water. The faucet of Agios Dimitrios, was years ago,a gathering point for the young girls of the village. It was for them, the only way out of their home without the supervision of their parents. They went to the faucet with pitchers on their shoulder to fill them with fresh, cool water.
Under the shade of ancient platanus tree in the courtyard of the church, is where the faucet was found. A few meters away there was an olive mill, where young men gathered to help each other grind the olives.
The young girls, while waiting for the pitchers to fill, played games of that period. The cheerful laughter and voices echoed in the surrounding mountains, while the young men tried to "steal" a glance from far away, loudly teasing each other verbally. The village 'enlivened'.
Much later, urbanization forced the olive mill to close forever and the faucet of Agios Dimitrios still gives water which runs on the slopes of the ravine and gets lost in depth.
The old platanus tree, having no one to give its shadow to, dried out and the courtyard of Agios Dimitrios, remains silent. The only thing that connects it with the beautiful and full of cheerful voices past are the memories of the once young girls seated at the front door, counting the experiences of the years gone by and their trembling hands peeling almonds, remembering those times nostalgically.
