In the footsteps of the Gods, the philosophers and my teachers! part one.

Athens - the train coming in is packed, but I have a three day pass for the journey in and for travelling around the town.  Around me seem to be citizens of everywhere in the world.    But the minute I step out Syntagma Square I seem to have returned to my past as I realise I have seen the soldiers in their pom poms protecting the Parliament Building before.  I only really recall that I passed through Athens on the way back from Aegina, that my sister in law and I roared with laughter at the Son et Lumiere of the Acropolis and beyond that I did not realise I had seen much, but Syntagma Square seems familiar.   To the right is in theory the tram I need for Sunday, except that it does not seem to be operating, but in the afternoon sun, that seems less important than heading straight for a little green oasis, next to the parliament building.  It is a short walk through it to Plaka, my home for the next four nights.    Apart from a number of problems with doors, my hostel is better than expected,  and the location perfect. Plaka it turns out feels a bit like an island village with tons of small shops, enticing in the travellers.  In summer it is probably heaving, but in the twinkly dark, of late November is seems enchanting, and I find myself lured into a cafe for an impromptu supper of feta and aubergine.  Given that I have not found any local food shops it seems a good way to end a first day.

I have just accidentally wiped the bits about my first full day so time for bed instead.

Plaka