We all know about the Grecian summers with their influx of visitors, crowded ferry boats, and
island life, but winter comes and tourists go and with a sigh we begin unpacking our flokatis. If
you’re a snow bunny it’s time now to unpack your skis and maps and to head toward the
mountains!
We all know ubout the Grecian summers with their influx of visitors, crowded ferry bouts, unci island life, but winter comes and tourists go and with a sigh we begin unpacking our flokatis. II you’re a snow bunny it’s time now to unpack your skis and maps and to head toward the mountains!
Monemvasia, which means ‘one entrance’, is joined to the mainland by a modern causeway which at one time was only a bridge. It was founded by refugees from the Slavic invasions in the seventh century who fortified the very top of its acropolis or citadel.
For George Finlay 1823 was a year of decision. He began it in Gottingen, a student of twenty-three, studying Roman law as a prelude to entering the Scottish bar. He ended it in Athens, an ardent Philhellene in search of a role in the war against the Turks.
This is the time of the year when crystal ball gazers, soothsayers, astrologers and economists make their predictions for the coming twelve months.
On a low hill overlooking the park of the ancient Agora stands a building that any guidebook will tell you is the best preserved temple in Greece.
THE spidery-looking projector sits in the centre of the circular, dimly-lit auditorium like an aberration from a science-fiction film. The room grows dark and suddenly a phantasmagoria of the universe appears overhead as thousands of lights are cast onto the domed ceiling, reproducing the starlit heavens.
AMONG the Dead Sea scrolls is a document that has only just been deciphered and which is believed to have been an account written by none other than Balthazar — one of the three wise men from the East who came to Bethlehem with gifts for the God-child who had just been born.
LARNACA from the air looks starkly desolate. The coast of Cyprus here is hard and brittle, scorched ochre in colour. The horizon toward the sea is a haze of cobalt-edged white and azure.
It was springtime in Athens and young Vassos Kanellos had stopped with several friends to practice the five games of the pentathlon before going on to school.
