Athens Living Diaries

He left suddenly, unexpectedly, walking off into a cold winter’s afternoon. Where was he going? Was it possible that, after fourteen yea...

    “Psirri, psirri, psirri, psirri”, repeat the name fast enough and you conjure up images of busy people passing on a succulent secre...

The Farmer's Republic

One of the sandy beaches The island of Skorpios lies off the coast of Lefkada in the Ionian Sea.  A serene, green oasis surrounded by t...

If Homer was correct in writing that “the souls of the dead come to the Meadow of Asphodel where the phantoms of those whose wor...

 How many years has it been since an advertisement captured your attention and fired your imagination? Can you recall a time when an ad c...

Sometime in the late seventies my mother bought a Pony. And no, it wasn’t one of the hoofed varieties but a shiny red, made -in -Greece...