and other strange happenings
18.09.2008 - 18.09.2008 19 °C
I went for another one of my solo walks tonight. I’ve come to enjoy the time alone in a way. I am able to reflect and really pay attention. When I’m with a group I tend to miss a lot. I like being with people but when it’s me and my camera three is a crowd.
Tonight I walked down Vas Constantinou past the stadium and onto the other side of the Temple of Zeus. At first I wondered if I was going the right way. I became a bit concerned that I would get lost, but I had my map, my phone, and my sense of adventure. My intended destination was Plaka which is near the Acropolis. I found some interesting graffiti on the way. I keep looking for different types of graffiti around town. Most of what I have found has been just words scrawled on a wall. Interesting words and pictures that we have yet to figure out.
Like crew and buns.
I’ll have to do some research to see what the significance is.
Who knows. But I like this one.
I made my way down past the Temple of Zeus and ended up turning down Syngrou, which went in the opposite direction from what I wanted. I finally figured out how to make my way toward Plaka by going up through Makrygianni.
Plaka is quite a different Athens from Pangrati where I live. Plaka is closest to the Acropolis and therefore caters to tourists. I didn’t make it up to the Acropolis but got close enough for some photos.
A little closer....soon I'll get as close as you can!
I heard more English there than I’ve heard in a week, outside of my fellow students. I find the tourist sections of places a bit annoying because of the crowds, but I did find some familiar sights. Like the blue “evil eye” that was ubiquitous in Turkiye.
I was going to buy some but found that I had left my money purse at home. Next time.
Yes. Plaka is pure tourism. I do like the pedestrianized streets in Plaka. It makes for nice walking.
I was really craving some gelato, but with no money I was out of luck. So I walked on.
It was worth it. Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. This scene was priceless. I just had to snap a photo and he was more than willing to oblige saying "well I have hands, what am I suppose to do with them?"
I just had to laugh.
Keeping with one of my usual themes when traveling I found two cats who were also willing to pose.
Looking not too happy
Moving my way through Plaka I eventually came out at Syntagma Square. It seems Syntagma is where I always end up.
It was a good thing though. I found an ATM so I was no longer without cash. I browsed Public, which is similar to our Best Buy, only hipper. I mean, they have a café and had a group that was singing rap from the balcony. What more could you ask for? I contemplated purchasing a printer but decided not to at this point. Printer was cheap. Ink is outrageous. I did stick around and enjoy the music though.
I ended up at Politi.co, which is advertised as serving Anatolian cuisine. Of course my eyes lit up at that. I was simply ecstatic when I looked at the menu and saw several familiar dishes. Lamachun, doner kebap, Iskander kebap, and Adana kebap.
Yes, I was a happy woman.
I had my long sought after lamachun. It wasn’t Turkiye but it was about as close as I am going to get until I can make it there. I normally don’t dine alone in a “sit down” restaurant but tonight I had no qualms. Lamachun made my evening complete.
The spicy Adana kebap didn't hurt either.
I'll leave you with food, and with food for thought. I thought this was apropos in today's economic climate.