The sun. I remember the sun most of all.
It came down harsh from up high, turning the city into stark opposing patches of light and shadow. My time in Athens was comically short – just a day long layover en route from Barcelona to Istanbul – but when I was there, the city seem to try and expose everything at once.
Ancient ruins, hot coffee, bright street art, fresh bread and olives and cheese – these were the images in my head when I thought of Athens. And though I barely had 24 hours in the city, I somehow ran into them all.
By either brilliant planning or amazing serendipity, I’d checked myself into a hostel just a ten minute walk to both the Acropolis and the Agora. There was fresh Greek coffee at a bakery just on the corner, Orthodox shrines and miniature churches down the road, a market riotous with people selling flakey white blocks of cheese and sesame breads, and street art blooming up on shop doors just before the metro station. I walked through the town, heading up to the ruins, and felt a little surprised at how suddenly I’d come face-to-face with all the old images of Athens in my head.
I wish I’d had more time – of course, who wouldn’t?! – but I’m thankful for what I saw while I was there. All that light makes Athens an interesting experiment for photos, and the below are just a few from that short day of walking through.
Although, between you and me…I hope the next time I’m in Greece is on the islands, and for muuuuuuch longer.
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