Day 4. Caught the green line to Monastiriki early this am and watched the city wake up.
It is Sunday, the men and women are dressed in their church clothes, sitting in the cafes early of the morning....the men in one group and women in the other.
Ruins are everywhere....pillars, excavations, and glimpses of the Acropolis from many points in the city.
Found my way to Adrianou street....consulting Pocket Earth more than once
..... and located the Olive Tree shop....the home of items handmade here from native olive wood...where I settled myself onto a stoop across the way to await their opening.... and people watch.
A man came by with a cart selling fresh somethings.....some with sesame seeds, some with sugar. Like a not-too-sweet doughnut. Had one. Yum.
There are what appear to be stray dogs here, that seem to live in public places.....in the squares, two at the rest stop on the day trip the other day. They seem permanent in these places, belonging to no one in particular....curl up and lay down in and amongst throngs of people. People walk by, toss them bits of food. Makes me very sad, I want to feed them all, and it makes me miss Lily even more.
The Olive Tree shop was a delight, and I could have spent a small fortune in there. Everything made in Athens by the owner and an older man who specifically does the beautiful cutting boards of all sizes.
Meals are very inexpensive, even in a restaurant. If you needed to do it really on the cheap, breads filled with various things are available in the bakeries for just a couple of euro...hefty and very meal adequate.
The Monastiriki Flea market sells everything imaginable....from tourist junk to items handcrafted of leather, antiques, copper and brass....and a number of things openly sold that I am glad the grands are not here to ask about. The place was absolutely alive with people by mid morning.
I had decided before I came here that I would look for a ring for myself, in silver, made in Greece. I have looked in several jewelry stores and not seen anything I liked in the slightest.......til today, when I spied a band of roses, at a very reasonable price. and decided that was the one that was meant for me. Waited while they sized it, put it on and wore it out of the store.
At some point, I am going to give the beautiful anniversary ring Doug bought me at 10 years to his daughter, as I feel in my heart he wants her to have it and to wear it......when I am ready to move into another phase of widowhood, the band of roses will replace that on my ring finger.
I'll post a picture of it in a bit. This is of Adrianou street, waiting for the Olive Tree to open up.