Last week's highlight was my short trip to Athens. Here is a photo of colorful useless objects of desire from the Acropolis Museum.
On Sunday I took the train to Athens where I met my old room mate Sylvia. We spent the evening at Schinia by the sea, walking along the beach and talking.
On Monday I moved to a hotel in the heart of Athens where I met with Max and went to run errands, had lunch with a couple of good friends in an old taverna , met with more friends and networked for a prospective art show in Athens.
On Tuesday, M and I walked in the market place near Monastiraki, took photos, discovered strange whole sale stores where a professional sheppard can buy bells for his herd, a walking stick, charms against the evil eye, saddles for his mule, wooden mugs for cream and all kinds of tools of the trade. In another shop we saw tin water containers with a faucet, rat traps, bread boxes, sieves, chestnut roasters and all kinds of old fasioned household items made out of tin. The shop next door was selling nothing but mirrors! Max was telling me that the market places in India are exactly the same, only somewhat dirtier and more crowded
Later on we went to visit the new museum of Acropolis, an imposing hard edged cement and glass building that makes every Greek proud. I found the museum boring and dissatsfying as a collection, the buiding being a self concious glorification of Architecture, of a Fascist scale but at least with good vistas all around and a very good, though somewhat expensive bar-restaurant.
In the evening we went to the theater and saw James Thierre, Charly Chaplin's grand son in a performance of dance and pantomime that was at best mediocre albite a couple of brilliant moments.
We walked in the center of Athens and saw the damage the rioters have left behind. It is a shame, because the way things are at the moment in Greece, no one is going to take the initiative and spend energy and money fixing marble steps, delapidated columns of modern buildings, awnings and broken glass windows. The result is a pitiful image of distraction...
On Monday I moved to a hotel in the heart of Athens where I met with Max and went to run errands, had lunch with a couple of good friends in an old taverna , met with more friends and networked for a prospective art show in Athens.
On Tuesday, M and I walked in the market place near Monastiraki, took photos, discovered strange whole sale stores where a professional sheppard can buy bells for his herd, a walking stick, charms against the evil eye, saddles for his mule, wooden mugs for cream and all kinds of tools of the trade. In another shop we saw tin water containers with a faucet, rat traps, bread boxes, sieves, chestnut roasters and all kinds of old fasioned household items made out of tin. The shop next door was selling nothing but mirrors! Max was telling me that the market places in India are exactly the same, only somewhat dirtier and more crowded
Later on we went to visit the new museum of Acropolis, an imposing hard edged cement and glass building that makes every Greek proud. I found the museum boring and dissatsfying as a collection, the buiding being a self concious glorification of Architecture, of a Fascist scale but at least with good vistas all around and a very good, though somewhat expensive bar-restaurant.
In the evening we went to the theater and saw James Thierre, Charly Chaplin's grand son in a performance of dance and pantomime that was at best mediocre albite a couple of brilliant moments.
We walked in the center of Athens and saw the damage the rioters have left behind. It is a shame, because the way things are at the moment in Greece, no one is going to take the initiative and spend energy and money fixing marble steps, delapidated columns of modern buildings, awnings and broken glass windows. The result is a pitiful image of distraction...
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