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Here is another metro train station museum. This is at Syntagma Station. A long section of wall recreates the layers of excavation showing several graves throughout the years.
Several showcases display pottery, oil lamps, and grave stones.
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You may remember the basement taverna from our food tour post. Nothing would do, but DaddyBird had to go back and have another meal there before we left Athens. We got a cozy little table right next to the wine barrels. The owner makes his own wine in these barrels. DaddyBird says it is the best retsina wine.
A reprise of the fava mash (actually made with yellow lentils, we suspect).
We didn’t really order anything. They recognized us from two days before and automatically brought the fava mash, chick peas and vegetable stew. He asked if we wanted fish, but we had more than enough, so declined it.
Here’s a glimpse of the doorway and the kitchen area. The menu is limited – just three hot items, fried fish, and bread. We saw a variety of clients, from old Greeks to blondes in leopard print coats.
This is a gem, well worth a second visit.
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Waltz, Gigi?
Fear is a prominent theme.
I’m fairly certain that the guy above is about to beat up the guys below.
They are just too, too happy.
This one is a serious downer, but the technique is interesting.
A rather ambitious, large scale piece.
A cheery smile in an alley.
An economic/religious statement.
ARGH!
It appears this school took the initiative to cut to the chase and invite artists to paint the building rather than waiting to see what might appear randomly.
An economic holiday greeting.
This last one is especially for Rupert. Can you read it?
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When in Instanbul, we saw many stray dogs, all of whom had tags in their ears. They were all large dogs and all well behaved and friendly.
This is the case in Athens as well. Our food tour guide told us that the dogs are collected, neutered and vaccinated before being released. They all seemed to be healthy and well fed. Shop and property owners allow them to take shelter out of the rain.
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We finally got to the National Archaeological Museum during open hours. It is always interesting to see ancient artworks and how finely detailed they sometimes are. This lion and bull are from royal graves in Mycenae ca. 16th century B.C. (approximately 3500 years ago)
DaddyBird got to hang out with Poseidon.
I found this fellow below compelling. This is part of a full size sculpture of a philosopher. He was found in a shipwreck. Only the bronze bits survived. Just imagine the artist spending numerous hours/days/weeks/months creating this, but before it can be installed in its intended display place, it goes down with the ship. If only the artist could know that over 2000 years later it would be one of the most photographed items in a museum. I sat and watched as others came through the doorway, saw him and immediately pulled out their cameras.
How many tries did it take to get a picture of this horse and rider without someone walking through the picture? At least four. It is a rather amazing piece.
They don’t seem to be able to make up their mind whether this is Zeus throwing a lightning bolt or Poseidon throwing his trident. Since the weapon is missing, there is no clue.
The woman standing to the left was interesting to watch. She was almost floating around the room with a beatific look on her face.
To see the rest of the pictures, click here.
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We took a food tour through Context Tours called “Beyond Feta.” Our guide was Nikitas, a Greek who is an architect by profession, but does these tours because he loves the city, food and history. Normally, the tours are done for up to 6 people, but we had Nik all to ourselves and it was a splendid day.
We followed him through several bakeries, getting sesame seed covered pretzels and dense brown breads. We stopped in at a shop that carries a variety of local wares – marmelades, wines, soaps, liquors, cheese, etc. We tasted a liquor made from Mastik, which is the sap from a bush that grows only on one Greek island. No one has succeeded in growing it anywhere else. It tasted like you would imagine alcohol from bush sap would taste, a little “pine-like.”
We also went to this spice and herbs shop. We learned that brewed oregano is good for digestive tract trouble (but tastes very nasty). Genuine tea is not very popular in Greece, but there are many herbal teas that are used and enjoyed.
On to the cheese shop where we got some smoked cheese and yogurt. We also walked through the meat market (again). The stalls are prized and passed down in families for generations.
Sausage and preserved meats are a relatively new addition to Greek cuisine. Many other things are “relatively” new also – tomatoes & potatoes (as New World discoveries), citrus fruits (new with the Crusades), preserved meats (new with the Turkish occupation). With an ancient civilization comes a long view definition of the word “new.”
My camera’s battery was out of action, so DaddyBird was in charge of taking pictures. We stopped at a basement “wine and food” restaurant which is owned and run by a lovely old man who inherited it from his father and grandfather. He makes his own wine. It is retsina wine which means that it has resin added solely because of the taste it provides.
This was supposed to be a “tasting” not a lunch, but we ate our fill. Greek salad, chickpea soup, bean soup, and fava bean paste. Very delicious. DaddyBird liked the fava beans so well, I suspect he will research how to make it in future.
We ended our tour with sweets. These aren’t called donuts, but they are the best I have ever had. They are not as sweet as American donuts even though they are served drizzled with honey. They are best eaten immediately and are crunchy on the outside. Very good. The other pastry is filo pastry with a creamy filling. Very good.
Our tour may have been over, but our day was not. We decided to walk down to the Temple of Zeus.
This church was built by the “smoke tax collector.” There was a period when if you had a cooking fire in your home, you were taxed for it. (One way to determine “wealth.”) The tax collector may have had something weighing on his conscience, so he funded this church. Later, it was slated to be destroyed, but those who wanted to protect it got the attention of the king and it was saved.
We did finally arrive at the Temple of Zeus, but like all tourist sites, it closed at 3 pm. So, we had to be content with looking in through the fence.
Nearby is Hadrian’s Arch.
It was a very busy, educational, and enjoyable day.
Tomorrow, we are on the road to Delphi!
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This was Boxing Day or the day for glorifying the Mother of God. Not much happened, but we had an amazing dinner at O Mpakalogatos restaurant on Fokionos Negri Street in Kypseli.
Drinks – red merlot wine, a bottle of ouzo (licorice flavored liquor) and a bucket of ice.
Appetizers – tiny fried fish.
Baked potato – paper thin slices of potato baked with a grated cheese similar to parmesan, like scalloped potatoes, but less messy. (not pictured)
A LARGE bowl of mussels. Some of these guys were overachievers on size, too.
At this point we were thinking “our table’s too small.” Then, way before we could finish our appetizers, our main dishes came.
This tenderloin was so tender that when I gave a piece to DaddyBird to try, he asked if it was meat or butter because it was so tender. Truly melt in your mouth.
DaddyBird’s meal was a bowl, same size as that of the mussels, full of spaghetti with shrimp.
(We liked their light fixture, too.)
The food was very delicious and the portions were large. Very worthwhile. We had a leisurely dinner followed by a leisurely walk home.
What are we doing on Day Eleven? Why a food tour, of course. Good thing we do a lot of walking.
(We have Matt Barrett and his terrific Greece Travel Guide web site to thank for helping us find O Mpakalogatos restaurant and many other wonderful things in Athens. If you’re planning on going to Greece, do yourself a huge favor and check it out! A tremendously helpful resource!)
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Another part of our Day Eight adventure involved finding these kittens in an abandoned building.
The kittens were adventurous, but Momma Cat was not sure we were trustworthy.
In the window above was another watchful tabby
Then he found something really interesting to watch. (Cat on the right, pigeon on the left)
We were walking through a run down neighborhood. Just prior to discovering these kittens, DaddyBird had noticed a rather suspicious fellow following us. When we suddenly stopped to take pictures of stray cats, it put a kink in the guy’s plan. He actually stopped and had to act nonchalant for a while. He continued to follow us, so we played a little leap frog, stopping suddenly and changing directions and getting behind him. After we “lost” him, we continued to be watchful, in case he was not working alone. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was something. Either way, DaddyBird’s watchfulness averted anything bad from happening.
Warning pickpockets, we stop for cats.
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Christmas decorations have been somewhat reserved. This is due to the economic crisis. However, I have a few pictures to share.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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Today is one of those days when we did nearly nothing, but it is still too much to fit into one blog post. We went down to the Archaeological Museum which was closed for the holidays.
We met up with these orange kitties during our espresso/hot chocolate break.
We then walked down to the central part of town.
At first when I saw Jesus was missing, I feared he had been stolen, but then I remembered it is Christmas Eve and he hasn’t arrived, yet.
Yet, here come the wise men (two years ahead of schedule) with their camels (who appear to have escaped from the planet of the apes).
Then we walked to the central market. (Brace yourself, Kris – meat market ahead.)
Where we purchased some very nice pork chops.
You can also get goat/lamb, rabbit, chicken, beef, and various organs.
We also bought half a lamb/goat (not sure which, they look the same on the inside) and the butcher chopped it up for us.
We met up with this very amiable stray dog who would have liked a little of what we had in our bag, but luckily was not insistent about it.
These pan flute musicians were playing in Monastiraki square. They seem to be seriously confused about their Native American tribes. They are playing South American instruments, but are dressed and kitted out like North American plains tribesmen. But, I’m being picky.
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