The Acropolis is Athens’ signature attraction, an ancient sacred rock on which stands 2400-year-old temples and ruins, but that dates back centuries prior to the construction of the Parthenon, its finest structure.
After breakfast this morning, I started the arduous climb to the ticket booth for these ancient sites. And then I decided that I would go ahead and join a very small tour group, five of us plus a guide. The others were a young Brazilian couple from Campinas (with whom I bantered happily in pidgin Portuguese), and a Danish couple in town for one day. They chose wisely.
Words cannot describe this ancient wonder. I’ll throw up some photos, though.
Later in the day after some school business, I visited the Acropolis Museum (stunning, overwhelming) and wandered around the Theatre of Dionysius (look for it in the photo of the museum from on top of the Acropolis, above).
And with that, my brief tourist stint in Athens came to an end. Legs are exhausted from climbing and being careful on all sort of uneven and slippery surfaces. The mind is slaked.
And I can’t wait to return.
Here are three shots from the Temple of Dionysius: