At the monastery, we celebrated Vespers with a beautiful chanting of the Lamentations and a procession of 8 priests, including the Dean of the Metropolis of Thessaloniki. Pelagia and I don't remember ever seeing the Lamentations service done at Dormition in the US, but it's big here. In fact, they call Dormition "the summer Pascha."
A brief rant, if I may (which, I suspect, will be a reoccurring theme): The temple being packed today for the feast means fighting your way through the "lines." In Greece, you see, there is really no such thing as a line. We don't realize how fortunate we are to have this concept in America -- you know, one person lining up behind another person, taking turns. This is unknown here. Even in church, it's every man for himself. Old women will elbow you out of the way, nor will people hesitate to practically knock other old women and their walkers to the floor to get to Communion. The truly funny part is that this occurs EVEN WHEN THERE IS NO ADVANTAGE TO BEING FIRST!! For example, people will push and shove to get Communion, only to return to their seat and wait along with everyone else until the end of the service! Out in the public, people will start forming a pushing/shoving mob at the doors to trains and buses a few minutes before they see it is going to stop. Ah, Greece. People here will give you the shirt off their back, all the food in their house, but do NOT ask them to let you go venerate an icon before them. ( :