Canicus in Athens – very briefly: Day 11 (20 September 2013)

Well, I did wake up in time – a few minutes before the wake-up call. Got dressed and walked over to the airport – about a 15 minute walk. While the airport was just across the street, the Lufthansa counter was at the extreme end of the building. I was surprised to find them opening up at 3:45 AM. I have had the experience in Paris and Rome of arriving at the appointed time, finding no one there and having to wait a half hour before anyone showed up. Baggage check was quick.

I arrived at the security check about 15 minutes before they were open for business. I was told there was nothing to eat or drink on the other side, so if I wanted to eat I should do that before going through security. I chose not to. It turned out that there was actually a place selling bottled drinks, coffee and pastries next to the gate where I was to board. I did get an expensive bottle of water. But decided not to get food or coffee. That would be free once I got underway.

The flight to Frankfort was uneventful. A breakfast was served. An odd combination of scrambled egg, potato, broccoli, and tomato. There was butter for a roll; but the butter was unspreadable.

We arrived in Frankfort in light rain. We arrived at terminal B, with my departure from terminal Z. Not promising. But I really did not have to go through terminals C through Y to get to Z. There was a passport check on the way that had a fairly long line. Otherwise no big problem.

Waiting for the plane someone seated next to me asked where I was coming from. Good grief, I was wearing a tee shirt that had ΕΛΛΑΣ and a Greek flag emblazoned on it. I told him I had been in Athens and he asked about the riots. That was the second time I had heard about riots in Athens. I had seen a peaceful demonstration on Thursday and the taxi detoured from the area on Friday. But as far as I knew there were no riots. Nor were riots on the news when I got home. But the news was all about the crazy Republican plan to defund the Affordable Care Act or else shut down the US government. Maybe it’s time for riots in the US. The issues are not all that different, after all. Both have to do with burdening the 99% to pay for the follies of the 1%.

The plane was not full. There were two empty seats next to me. So it was a comfortable flight. Except for the baby that cried all 11 hours of it. I did bring my MP3 player filled with the complete organ music of Bach and the symphonies of Schubert, Mendelssohn, Bruckner and Rachmaninoff and earphones which helped. They served dinner, which I deemed a Hobbit’s second breakfast. Free wine went with meals and the in-between snacks.

Lufthansa joins my list with British Airways as my favorites. (American and U.S. are my least favored. They are merging. They deserve each other.)

My check in bag came down the carousel fairly soon after the priority stuff. This trip has blown my previous complaint that my luggage was always the last to be unloaded. Immigration and customs went quickly. The beagle sniffed and didn’t detect any contraband.

Apparently we towed the Frankfort rain to Dallas, as it was raining in Dallas. The SuperShuttle ride home was quick. A quick trip to the grocery for some fresh veggies and milk. I now have the makings of Greek salad, although the veggies are not as nice as those served in Athens – particularly the tomatoes.

I’ll try to get the photo journal for Wednesday up tomorrow. There were no pictures on Thursday or Friday. I’ll also try to clean up the video of the changing of the guard and the entertainment on the cruise and try again to upload. Maybe with cable I can get faster uploads of video, although nothing is likely to speed up Photoshop Premiere, which I find a real pain.

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Today was mostly packing and a transfer to the new hotel in preparation for my departure tomorrow. I managed to get everything in my bags and kept my checked bag under 50 pounds. Barely. I did transfer a few items to the back pack. Some heavy, like the National Geographic book on Greece, one of those Athens: Then and Now books. A couple of boxes of rechargeable batteries. The backpack is probably overweight, but they don’t seem to weigh those.

Apparently the demonstrations were still going on in the afternoon when I took the cab to the airport hotel. The driver said he would take the long way because of the demonstrations. The short way goes through downtown Athens past the Parliament. The long way went through the Piraeus harbor area. It was a more scenic route with much of the coast visible. I was a little afraid the taxi fare would be very high – but it turns out there is a fixed rate to the airport.

The airport hotel is located across the street from the airport terminal. The hotel is one of those swanky affairs with rooms more like what we see in the US. But a lot of extras like bathrobes, slippers, etc. All I really needed was a place to crash for the night before catching a red eye to Frankfort.

I did walk to the airport to get my seat assignment and boarding pass. The flight was due to depart at 6:15 AM, but they wanted me to be at the gate at 5:45 AM. And at the airport at 3:45 AM to check my bags and go through security! (Which is why I changed hotels – I would have had to leave the other hotel at 2:45.)

These early morning departures always make me nervous because I am virtually deaf in my left ear and hearing impaired in the right. If I am sleeping with my right ear buried in the pillow, I won’t hear the quiet phone’s wake up call. So early to bed in hopes I’ll wake up in time.

I ate in the hotel’s dining room. Very expensive. And my camera has started acting up. So no Thursday photos.

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Canicus in Athens: Day 9 (18 September 2013)

Today I thought I would check out the Odeon at the base of the Acropolis. It turns out that it is open only for performances. And what, you might ask, is an Odeon. It is somewhat like an amphitheater although smaller and covered. It was used for musical performances. I saw the first century Roman  Odeon in Lyon, France, last year. So not being able to get it wasn’t all that big a disappointment.

So I walked a bit further and took in the Theater of Dionysus, which is very much what you think of when you think of a Greek theater.  It is a semicircular affair. There is a flat orchestra where the action mostly occurred surrounded by banked seating. The upper levels are missing, but it apparent where they were. The VIP seating is stone chairs in the first, lowest row next to the orchestra. In the center of this row are what we might call ‘box seats’ for the VVIPs. The most important of these seats was reserved for the god Dionysus himself. There was a temple of Dionysus behind the proscenion and scene. An image of the god would be carried from the temple to his reserved seat before the play began. As seems to always be the case with these ruins, the proscenion and scene are pretty much gone except for the foundations. Some of the play action would have occurred on these structures and they might provide scenery or even mechanisms such as those used for a deus ex machina intervention of a god or a floating Socrates in Aristophanes’ The Clouds. This theater would have seen ‘World Premieres of playwrights like Sophocles and Euripides.

After that I encountered a man playing a concert cimbalom. I took about a minutes worth of video of him. I succeeded in uploading it to YouTube. (http://youtu.be/l-eJf0f10mk) Uploading video is painful. This took nearly two hours to upload!

I enjoyed a frappe with cinnamon ice cream near the Acropolis Museum. I then took a ‘train ride’ on one of those silly park motor trains. It wandered around parts of Athens I had seen before. But it went through some very narrow streets where you could buy nearly anything. There were shops selling everything you might need to equip a Greek Orthodox Church including vestments. There were jewelry shops, Rug shops. Soccer uniform shops. Musical instrument shops. (I might have bought one if I had a way to take it home with me. Etc., etc., etc. The train went through the flea market, past the Tower of the Winds and the old Roman Forum – where you could even buy a red Che Guevara flag.

Before I left some folks expressed fears that I might encounter riots and demonstrations because of the economic crises. I told them I wasn’t worried because those would not be in the tourist areas – which has been almost completely true. There are a few painted announcements of a hunger strike around the Acropolis. But no demonstrations. Until today. This train got delayed at the square in front of the Parliament because there was a big demonstration going on. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, of men and women marching around the square. Many wore orange tee shirts (no this wasn’t an extension of the Texas women’s demonstrations against the Texas legislature’s restrictive abortion measures) and flags. They also carried big signs which, as they were in Greek, I couldn’t decipher. There were also a few blue flags and shirts and even few red flags and shirt. There was also singing. The demonstration was entirely orderly; there was no rioting or the like. I did see some EMS type personnel on the fringes, but no particular presence of police or military. I asked the lady who sold tickets for the train what the demonstration was about – she said ‘jobs, money, the economy.’ I asked her if it was in support of the current Greek government (which is attempting to ease the austerity measures) and she said yes.

Tomorrow I’ll pack and transfer to the airport hotel in readiness to fly to Frankfort at (ugh) 6:15 AM Friday morning. I figure it is better to sleep an hour later instead of taking a taxi from this hotel at 3 AM to do the check in at 4:15. I’m wondering though. In past years when I have had these ungodly red eye flights out of Paris and Rome there was no one working at the supposed check in time. I’ve always ended up waiting for the shift to come on duty.

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Yesterday was a long day, so I decided to sleep in today and then book a bus tour Wednesday to the Peloponnese – Corinth, Mycenae, Argos, Nauplia and Epidaurus. The tour book says a ‘Full Day.’ Indeed! Well, it turns out that the company is taking a day off tomorrow. No tours. So I booked a half day tour in the afternoon to Sounion. The bus trip is along the coast of the Sardonic Gulf and through some spectacular hills/mountains.

The real target of the tour was the Temple of Poseidon that overlooks the Aegean Sea. Poseidon is one of two important gods for the Athenians (Athena being the other). As god of the seas Poseidon was important to a city engaged in international commerce and at times international power politics in the Mediterranean world. Myth says that sometime in the misty days of prehistory, a contest was waged between Poseidon and Athena as to which would be the god of the city. Each god gave a gift – Poseidon gave salt; Athena an olive tree. Athena was declared the winner. For centuries Athens olive groves were the secret of her economic power. That olive oil was prized – and still is, for that matter. I mentioned the early Athenian coin in an earlier blog. In addition to Athena and her owl, the coins of Athens bore an olive branch. (It also has a crescent moon, which is another story.)

I returned to a supper of kebabs near the Acropolis museum. And some excitement. The restaurant has a bunch of shrubs in front of it. I happened to notice a guy with a big water bottle pouring water into the pot that held a plant. Next thing I know three big waiters take off after the guy and chase him across the street where they really gave him a beating. At first I wondered – is it so bad to water the plants? Then one of the waitresses retrieved the bottle from the shrubbery. Moral: Don’t litter in Greek restaurant shrubs. They really need signs: DON’T MESS WITH ΕΛΛΑΣ.

Today I did get some of the picture journals done for last week. Maybe I can get yesterday’s and todays done tomorrow. Since I can’t do a tour, I’ll probably spend part of the day seeing what I missed around the Acropolis. I’ll need to also figure out how I’m going to get stuff in suitcase, backpack and camera case. There is a lot more stuff than came with me.

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Up early to walk to another hotel where I caught the bus to Piraeus – the historic port of Athens. I transferred there to a cruise ship to do a bit of island hoping. It was pleasant on the ship which has three levels. The lowest level was the dining room, the middle level tables and chairs and the top level open (although part of it had a canvass covering for shade).

At the bus stop I met a lady and her daughter waiting for the bus. She had studied in Athens and was a major in art history. So she knew a lot about Athens and Greece and was introducing her daughter. We spent some time together on the ship and were joined by a lady from Nigeria.

There was entertainment on the top deck that got a bit crazy. It started out with popular Greek music and dances, but eventually evolved into things like ‘Hava Nagila’ and ended up with things like ‘Oh when the saint go marching in.’

The first port of call was Hydra, which seemed mostly to be tourist shops. I had been instructed to get a Greek fisherman’s cap in Greece. I had spotted on the first night I was in Athens but decided there was plenty of time to buy one. I never saw another in Athens. So I started searching the shops in Hydra and eventually did find one. It has ‘Authentic Greek Fisherman’s Cap Mad in Greece.’ So I guess that’s official. I also bought a fancy letter opener and a tiny, tiny chess set. They had nicer chess sets, but they were also bigger.

The second stop was Poros. More tourist shops. I did break down and buy a tee shirt and a couple of bookmarks. I keep remembering that this stuff has to fit in my suit case.

After Poros we had ‘lunch’ on the cruise ship. It was a buffet and my problem is that at buffets I always eat too much. And as a consequence, I was very sleepy all afternoon.

The final stop was Aegina. Tourist shops seem to have been replaced with sidewalk cafes. I wasn’t all that hungry but I did go for a scoop of ice cream. Somehow Greek ice cream isn’t as good as Roman gelato or Texas’ Blue Bell. The day had started out sunny, but it clouded up in the afternoon and looked like it might rain. Aegina seems to be the place to by fruit, vegetables and pistachio nuts. I already had too much stuff, and bringing agricultural products into the US causes problems at customs. But the ship’s crew were all carrying bags of fruits, vegetables and nuts.

Speaking of pistachio nuts, all the nutrition experts say they are good for you. But every time I look at them in the store they have more than the recommended daily allowance of salt for normal folks and way, way too much for someone the doctors want to have a low salt diet.

While I was waiting for the cruise ship to sail from Piraeus I finished yesterday’s travelogue; and while I was waiting for it to sail from Aegina I did most of today’s log. So in a few minutes they will be available on this blog.

Today the primary goal was to see the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. This takes place in front of the parliament building. They change guard hourly, but the fancy ceremony occurs only at 11 AM on Sunday morning.

I arrived just as the 10 AM change was finishing. That is followed by a period when tourists can pose for pictures beside the two duty guards. Before 11 the police started moving everyone to one side of the plaza. Fortunately, I was on the wrong side of the plaza. Which meant that I ended up in front of the crowd to observe the change.

This ceremony is led by a band down the main street in front of the plaza. It is followed by three platoons (?) of costumed soldiers. They enter the plaza and stand at one side while the new guards march across the plaza and relieve the duty guards. The band plays the Greek national anthem – or at least I assume that is what it was. Then the band strikes up another march and they march back the way they came.

The costumes worn by the guards and the troops (except for the band) are difficult to describe. There is a tunic similar to those worn by ancient Greeks. There is a sort of overlay cape that hangs down to about the waist. They wear ‘tights’ covering their legs, with a black pompom at the knees. There are also pompoms on the shoes. The shoes have cleats which make a scraping noise when the foot slides on the pavement and makes a loud click when they put the foot down. The uniform is topped with a sort of red ‘beanie’ to which a black tassle which hangs to the waist is attached. They are armed with rifles and bayonets attached.

I wasted the rest of the day attempting to edit the video which is still too long to upload and needs some cutting to make it useful. I am behind on the pictures – that may have to wait until I get back to Dallas and get caught up.

I’ve booked a one day, three island cruise for Monday. I hope to visit Delphi one day and Corinth and Mycenae another day. Thursday will be packing day and transfer to the airport hotel. My plane leaves for Frankfort at 6:15 AM – which I take it means I will need to check in at 4:15 AM. By staying in the airport hotel, I should be able to sleep until 3:15 instead of 2:15 if I stayed in my original hotel.

Canicus Modius.

Well, I survived another Friday the 13^th.  Today I took off in a clockwise direction around the base of the Acropolis. This took me to the area of the Temple of Hephaestus. Hephaestus was the god of blacksmiths, volcanoes, craftsmen and artisans – the Roman equivalent is Vulcan. Because ancient Athens was home to a large number of craftsmen and artisans he was an important Athenian god; his temple reflects that importance. It is also one the better preserved Greek temples. The exterior columns are still in place as well as the walls of the interior cella.

The temple overlooks the ancient Greek agora of Athens. When I say, ‘over looks,’ I mean over looks. The ticket entrance and exit to the temple also serves as the entrance and exit to the agora. I would estimate that the agora is some 300 feet lower than the temple. Going down into the agora probably would not be a problem for me – however, climbing out of it would. Athens, I am finding, is a very hilly place – much more so than Rome. Incidentally, the top of the Acropolis is yet another 600 feet or so above the level of the temple.

I continued my clockwise walk, but actually drifted far from the loop that encircles the Acropolis. My drift was partly intentional because I figured that I would end up in the Roman agora. An agora is a central market and meeting place rather like the Forum in Rome was. In the Greek agora, democracy was born (and fell to demagogues). This was where Pericles, Themistocles, Demosthenes and others made their speeches. It was where Socrates was tried. It is where elections were held. Of course, the Roman agora was a different political world ruled by Roman emperors from Augustus onward. There are some pillars remaining of this forum, but most of it is the remains of building foundations.

Nearby is another interesting structure – the octagonal Tower of the Winds. Each side represents one of the eight winds. On the top there was a weather vane, now gone. This was important to a city engaged in sea going trade and even, for a time, empire. On the sides of the building there were rods extending out that served as a sundial, so Athenians could tell what time of day it was. Inside the tower there was a water clock to tell time when the sun was not shining. The water clock is gone, the faces of the sundials are obscured or gone, but at least one of the rods still extends from the tower.

I tried circling back but ended up in Monastiraki area. This is maybe the world’s largest flea market and garage sale. If you are in need of junk, you can buy junk here. I saw several ancient Singer sewing machines, a washer/dryer, thousands of CDs, thousands of wall warts, arts, crafts, tools, and just plain junk.

I also encountered the Greek Orthodox Metropolitan Cathedral. It is tiny, tiny. I doubt you could get 100 people in there; maybe not even 50. And it is insufferably hot even when not packed.

About that time I encountered a faux train that runs around the area and took it back to the entrance to the Acropolis. That is a few hundred meters from my hotel. On the way I stopped at a store to buy some souvenirs. One of the items — the most expensive – was the obligatory replica of Phidias’ Athena Parthenos (Athena the Virgin), the enormous statue of Athena that was in the Parthenon. The original is long gone, but we know what it looked like because ancient tourists also bought these replicas. Mine is, of course, much smaller than the original – as were those replicas purchased by tourists over 2,000 years ago. I also acquired a Greek vase – another museum reproduction. And, of course, a few owls. Athena (and Athens) are associated with an owl. Homer calls her ‘owl eyed Athena.’ And in the Perseus story, Zeus tells Athena to send her owl to help Perseus on his quest to find a way to slay the Kraken. She fudges. She has Hephaestus (remember Hephaestus? If not go back to the beginning of this blog and read it again) make a mechanical owl to give Perseus.

The owl was also featured on ancient Greek coins one of which I have in my coin collection. It is a fine example. I bought it for $25 when I was in college. It is worth around $1,500 today.

I am running a bit late getting photos up on the website. I finally broke the National Archeological Museum pictures into two separate slide shows. You can access them from canicusmodius.com. Look for the Journals on the left, click on the first week. That will bring up a table of links that have been posted so far. I am not posting much in the way of pictures to Facebook because the upload process is so slow.

Oh, I forgot to mention. Coming back from dinner I encountered a long procession along the base of the Acropolis. I tried to get video, but the camera wasn’t cooperating.

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OMG, it’s Friday the 13^th!

I took a stroll along part of the Dionissiou Areopagitou – a ‘pedestrian walkway’ around the Acropolis. (I put that in quotes because, in addition to pedestrians, there are motorcycles, bicycles, horse drawn carriages and a sort of motorized train.) No taxis though. I have noticed that there are two kinds of taxis. They are all yellow. But most have a sign on top that says, ‘ΤΑΞΙ;’ the others have a sign that says, ‘TAXI.’

I’m not sure what the difference is. I did get a close up look at one of the ‘TAXI’ type and it had a dented fender.

Anyway, I walked down to the very busy Amalias street. Fortunately there was one of the rare pedestrian light controlled crossovers there. I crossed over and walked to Hadrian’s Gate. Like many ancient Romans, Hadrian was a Graecophile. Unlike most Roman Graecophiles he was able to add to Athens. Essentially he built a Roman Forum east of the Acropolis. The gate was the marker between ‘Greek Athens’ and ‘Roman Athens.’ The old Greek agora is northwest of the Acropolis.

But there is something ‘Greek’ on the Roman side of the gate – the Temple of Zeus. This was a massive undertaking of the Athenians before the Romans came, but they were never able to afford to finish it. Hadrian provided the funds to complete this temple. Some of the Corinthian columns still stand. I would note that this (and other) ancient temples belie the Hollywood depiction. For example, in Clash of the Titans we have the people gathered inside the temple. Ordinary folk did not go into the temples. (Remember, ordinary Jews did not go into the Jerusalem temple.) The altar of sacrifice was outside and in front of the temple. People gathered away from the temple with the altar between them and the temple building. (There are some examples of the altars and temples in last year’s photo journals of Pompeii and Paestum. There is no trace of the altar for the Temple of Zeus in Athens – unless it is some of the blocks of rocks scattered around the area. But one clear indication that access was not simple. These ‘steps’ leading up to the temple floor are around three feet high. They would be a challenge for a six footer like me to climb – much more for the shorter Athenians!

Afterwards I crossed over that busy street again and reentered the walkway. There are a lot of restaurants along this part of the walkway, so I ate an early lunch. And then walked back the way I came to the new Acropolis Museum. It is quite modern and has some disturbing glass floors – which allow you to view some of the archeological remains over which the museum was built. Obviously those floors can be quite slick. They have put down some mats that help make the floors less treacherous.

The museum contains some models of the Acropolis area dating back to prehistoric times. There are also videos relating to the history of the Parthenon. Like most such museums there are large quantities of artifacts – pottery, sculptures and the like – uncovered in and around the Acropolis. There are four of the five original statues from the Porch of the Maidens. (The fifth is in the British Museum; the Greeks want it back.) These are inside to protect them from the corrosive effects of automobile emissions. The statues that hold up the actual porch these days are copies.

The top floor of the museum presents much of the decorative pediments, frieze and metopes of the Parthenon. Some are copies. Lord Elgin stole many of them and they reside today in the British Museum. (The Greeks want them back.)

Unfortunately, the Museum does not allow photography – so there are no pictures. I’m never quite sure what goes with the pictures. I do understand that where paint pigments are involved curators do not want flash photography. But I remember not taking my camera to the Louvre because I didn’t think it would be allowed – but there were hundreds of people taking pictures, with flash, of things like the Mona Lisa.

I had an afternoon snack in the very busy restaurant in the museum.

I returned to the hotel and tried out the swimming pool. Cold. It’s a small pool – maybe 10 by 25 feet – and 1.2 meters deep.

I’m still behind getting yesterday’s photos up on the website. Eventually I’ll get them and today’s pictures of the Temple of Zeus up. Patience, friends.

Canicus Modius.

The bulk of the day was spent at the National Archeological Museum. The museum has tons of statues, pottery and other artifacts dating back three or more thousand years ago. Some of the earlier artifacts make one wonder about progress. Some of the earliest statues could pass as avante guard abstract in a modern art gallery.

I’m spending too much time studying 1^st century BC Rome. I walked into one room of the museum and took one look at a full sized statue and thought, that is Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (aka Caesar Augustus). Sure enough, reading the explanation that is who it was. But it’s not all 1^st Century Rome. I spotted a head and that that was Hadrian. Right again.

Greek statues (and for that matter temples and the like) were not the pristine white marble we think of when we think ‘Greek.’ They were painted in vivid and life like colors.  In a few instances there are still faded traces of that paint on a few of the statues in this museum. In one case there is a slab on which you can see something very faintly painted; next to it the museum has placed a reproduction with the colors fully restored.

There was a special exhibit of the artifacts recovered from a 1^st century BC ship wreck. Marine archeology is a big thing these days. There was a bit of the ship on display, but a huge number of clay amphorae and other containers recovered. There was a large number of statues of marble and bronze also recovered – some quite well done although damaged from centuries in sea water.

But one of the most remarkable discoveries was a box containing a large number of bronze gears. After careful analysis and attempts to reconstruct what this was it has been determined that this was a celestial calculator to determine that position of the sun, moon and planets. It was a remarkable achievement of both engineering and astronomical knowledge.

I had lunch at a outdoor restaurant on the museum grounds. So the omelet with tomatoes, green pepper and mushrooms wasn’t very photogenic, but it was good. When I got back to the hotel I realized that in my change I had an odd coin. It was about the same size as a 2 euro coin (they don’t issue paper bills for less than 5 euros). But it has a “1” on it, the colors were reversed (the 2 euro coin has a copper center and is silver colored around the edge) and the obverse and reverse designs were very different. Ah, there is an inscription to go with the ‘1’ – ‘Turk Lirasi.’ Now I have to guess whether I can pass this coin off as a 2 euro coin or am stuck with a coin that is worth 50¢ US or 38 euro cents.

Some good cardiac exercise today. I’m guessing a mile walk to supper and another mile back. I bought a Italy/Greece map for my GPS and used it to find my way to the hotel in the dark. It took me a shorter route, part of which was a nearly 45° climb. I think I had take a picture of that street earlier as part of my ‘why you don’t want to drive in Athens’ series. Of course I would have had to climb anyway, just not so steep. I realize that the Acropolis Hill Hotel is located on a hill. The front entrance and lobby is the third floor.  The swimming pool and breakfast room are on the first floor looking out over the valley. (And remember, the first floor is actually the second floor.)

I took 235 pictures today and haven’t even begun to sort through them to select no more than 38 for uploading to my website – much less resizing them for the web. It’s bedtime. So I’ll put up this blog and go to bed. Pictures to come later.  I ran down the battery for the camera. Fortunately I had a charged spare and am charging number one battery tonight.

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Breakfast at the old hotel, shower and shave and transfer to the new hotel. The old hotel room was nicer and had a better view than the new hotel. And the key card opened the safe in the room. The new hotel room is smaller, but adequate. It has a balcony, but the glass retaining wall triggers my acrophobia. While the room in the old hotel was nicer the neighborhood was very seedy. The new hotel seems to be in a better neighborhood.

After arriving at the new hotel I took time to unpack my bags, hang clothes in the closet (which is illuminated with LEDs. It also has partially glass doors. Strange.

After getting settled in my room, I asked about the Hop on / Hop off bus at the hotel desk. They gave me a map and sold me a two day ticket. They drew a squiggly line on the map to show how to get to the stop and simple verbal instructions. Which did not include forks in the road, etc. So I managed to get lost. I eventually ended up on the Dionissiou Areopagitou, which is a broad pedestrian walkway that encircles the Acropolis. But I was east of the stop the hotel sent me and I was walking east. I came to the New Acropolis Museum. The map said there was a stop there. (There is also a metro stop which is where I would have ended up had I taken the train/metro from the airport.)

Still not having located the bus stop I replaced my Italian cap with a Greek cap and paused for a curious mixture of cinnamon gelato and Nescafe. Quite good as it was warming up. I got instructions to go around the corner for the bus stop and then I was off on the circuit. Most of the photos today were taken from the bus.

I did get off the bus at Syntagma Square because I had spotted a place where I could get a Greek SIM care for my smart phone. So now I have a bunch of messages on my phone – in Greek. Syntagma Square is the center of Greek government; the parliament building is there as well as a number of other government looking buildings. I had a Greek salad at a restaurant just off the square.

The Acropolis

I mentioned earlier, I have a mild case of acrophobia. Heights (like balconies) tend to make me nervous. ‘Acrophobia’ comes from the Greek ἄκρον (height) and φόβος (fear) – i.e., fear of height. The “acro’ part of ‘Acropolis;’ the πολις part is the word for ‘city’ (as in ‘metropolis). So the Ακρόπολις is literally, ‘High City.’ It is on a high hill which may have served as a defensible fortress for the early Athenians, and also was a ‘high place’ where the ‘high gods,’ especially Athena, were worshipped. The picture is viewing from the north. On the far right there is a slope which was used to access the top of the Acropolis. At the top of this slope are a group of buildings and temples that served as the gateway to the flat summit of the Acropolis. The Parthenon is the main building on the summit today. It is, by the way, not a temple. Never was. It is a ‘memorial’ celebrating the victory of Athens over the Persians at Thermopylae. In that war the Temple to Athena was destroyed and never rebuilt. The foundations are all that is left and the ground was regarded as sacred. The other curious thing is that you approach the Parthenon from its back, not its front, which faces that very steep cliff on the east where a Greek flag flies today.

There is a story behind that flag. It was there when the Nazi’s took over Athens. A Greek soldier was ordered to take down the Greek flag and raise the Nazi flag. The soldier took down the Greek flag, wrapped himself in it, and then jump off that cliff to his death. It was the beginning of the Greek resistance to the Nazis.

Today’s photo Journal is at my website.

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