ATHENS
After the free light breakfast at The Acropolis House the first thing thing we did Sunday morning was to head out to the Athens Flea Market, a twenty minute walk away. But we discovered it wouldn’t be open till 10 so stopped in at another majestic Greek Orthodox church service with five priests in gold embroidered robes chanting.
Then we stopped to look at the ruins of the Roman Agora or collonaded market place. I thought of my historian friend Ron Wilson who died three years ago and who wrote a long treatise on Greece and Roman.
I had come unprepared and the ruins of Ancient Greece around every corner in Athens and sometimes visible through see through sidewalks would have meant much more to him than to me. But we had the sensation of being transported to the past. And then at the flea market we found a warm and friendly cafe serving breakfast. I had three fried eggs on toast with bacon and baked beans and tomatoes.
And then we wandered through the flea market. One section of the flea market was permanent stalls and little shops but stretching out from there through a park with ancient ruins on both sides were individuals with tables selling all kinds of things. We wandered and wandered as I slowly wore out.
Then we returned to our hotel and I slept and Susie wandered. We met in The Art Cafe on a chilly afternoon for hot chocolate. The warm, brightly colored cafe was full of people escaping the chilliness outside.
But our day wasn’t done yet. We walked to the Acropolis Museum a huge, modern museum which brings the Acropolis with its stacked up jumbled stonework of the past, to life. Very beautifully displayed are the treasures of the Acropolis, all but the Elgin Marbles pilfered by colonizing England which Greece wants back. There were replicas of the frieze about the Parthenon but this is the place where the real thing should be.
After taking about 100 photographs I was informed that no photographs were allowed, so stopped. Here are a few of them.
Then, my ancient legs again creaking, we rested and ate a bowl of potato leak soup in the large museum dining area with a glass wall facing out on the Acropolis and the lit up Parthenon.
I wearily dragged back to the hotel and fell asleep at 8:30 because we had to be up at 6:30 to catch the ferry to Hydra.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 
I don’t see any Athens photographs of the 100 you took! Where?
You said “After taking about 100 photographs I was informed that no photographs were allowed, so stopped. Here are a few of them.”