Though Ephesus is across the way in Turkey, its ruins are essential to view while on a Grecian trip.
When you spend two weeks in Greece, your mind wanders as well as your feet. The History of Western Civilization stands before you with no editorializing. More mountains than valleys and fields loom in the background. Olive trees present their cool blue-green leaves beside the road. Columns, statues and mosaic walkways speak in a way all people of the world understand.
Remains of old cemetery markers at Philippi.
Old Roman market. Somewhere buried nearby is the dungeon where Paul and Silas were chained, but sang anyway.
Statue in Thessaloniki of the young conquerer, Alexander.
As we traveled north to south on the mainland and then took a short island cruise, we could see the new contradicting the ancient. Sleek, modern hotels offering comfort and tantalizing Mediterranean fare. Resorts beckoning the weary for a few days in the sun. Tourists shopping for textiles and other local goods to bring home. But not to be hidden is a very depressed economy blighted by ugly graffiti everywhere on vacant buildings.
Modern Thessalonoki on the Aegean shore.
Temple of Apollo at Corinth. The only Greek temple not razed by the Romans.
Manmade canal near Corinth.
The famous Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens. Though we visited up close, we could also see it from the rooftop restaurant of our hotel.
On the way to La Plaka marketplace in Athens on a Sunday afternoon.
I do not wish to make a travelogue; Rick Steves has more than taken care of those. But I will share, in coming weeks, more glimpses of what we were fortunate to see, lost in time, wandering Greece.