Late evening traffic as seen from our hotel balcony. The Temple of Olympian Zeus is just out of frame.
The Acropolis, as seen from the rooftop bar of our hotel. We drank a bottle of “monk made” (per our waiter) Greek wine and stared.
A Johnnie Walk-ing pigeon.
The Odeon of Herodes Atticus, as seen on our way up the Acropolis.
The Propylaea (Acropolis gate).
The Parthenon. Bonus inclusion: a crane (I had to convince the Purrito that I wasn’t intentionally taking a picture of said crane).
Not a fun job, this.
This is a VI(olive tree); it’s in front of the Erechtheion.
Looking back towards the entrance.
Another face of the Parthenon.
The Temple of Olympian Zeus, as seen from the Acropolis.
The Purrito has claimed this pint-sized temple (the Temple of Athena Nike) as her own; I assented on the condition that the cats live in there with her (no cat hair in the Parthenon, please).
Mars Hill (The Aereopagus), where the Athenians essentially told the apostle Paul to go fuck himself.
We’re on our way down to this temple (of Hephaestus).
A very old church on the edge of the ancient agora.
A well. Infrastructure: it’s important.
I’m not sure if these are decorative or grinding wheels.
Hephaestus’ temple, up close.
Those damn lights snuck into nearly all of my pictures of temples.
Sometimes you just have to get drunk and ride a goat.
I don’t really need to caption this.
We spent a good 10 minutes chasing this damn bird around the rock on the right side of the frame. Fortunately the little monster is photogenic.
A column from the agora’s museum.
Slappin’ that ass: effective (and fun) since well before the common era.
A mosaic floor (we’re in the library of Hadrian now).
The exceptionally interesting (and aesthetically pleasing) Acropolis Museum.
The museum was built over an ancient settlement.
Major lesson: fuck Lord Elgin (and the British Museum).
The ladies of the Erechtheion were casts; four of these are real (the British Museum stole one and the Louvre has one).
Meta: the Acropolis as seen from the Temple of Olympian Zeus.
This column gave up the ghost in the mid-19th century.
The sign that this pigeon is sassily prancing around reads “Do Not Touch.”
…the Roman forum. Fortunately for us, it was a case of fake entrance, bro.
See? We got in.
Athena Varvakeion, one of four pieces we specifically went all the way out to this museum to see.
This looks like a fun party.
The graffiti reads “Mrs Merkel we still love you.”