Friday, 29 April 2016

Athens 2016

I wish I could say that Athens is a beautiful city, but really it isn't.  It is, however, an interesting city --  noisy, dirty, chaotic and layered with history -- and it certainly contains some beautiful things.

Vic and I visited Greece in 2005, and on that trip travelled outside of Athens, visiting Delphi, Epidaurus and Mycenae.  We also took a cruise of the Greek islands and visited Istanbul and Ephesis in Turkey.  Sadly, Vic came down with a nasty case of pneumonia and missed out on most of Athens, so this trip we focused on the city.

The most visited -- and most photographed -- site in Athens, is, of course, the Acropolis, which is crowned by the Parthenon.  It is visible from pretty much anywhere in the city, here seen through  Hadrian's Arch.



Most of the photos of the Acropolis focus on the Parthenon, the iconic temple dedicated to Athena Parthenos (Athena the Maiden), so it's easy to get the idea that it sat in splendid isolation on the top of the hill.  In it's heyday, though, the Acropolis was a busy site with multiple temples, amphitheatres, a bronze foundry, and a sanctuary dedicated to Asclepios (God of Medicine) and his daughter Hygieia (Goddess of Health) among other things.

The only way to get to the top of the Acropolis is to climb the winding path up the hill.  I took the back way, past the remains of the Theatre of Dionysos, the birthplace of Greek theatre, where plays by Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, and Aristophanes were all performed.  It's also the first theatre built of stone, although not much of the original remains.  What's here now is the remains of a re-build by the Romans that could seat 17,000 people.


The path also takes you past a second amphitheatre, the Theatre of Herodes, build much later (in the 2nd Century AD) and still in use for plays and concerts.  It's amazing to think of the number of opening nights it's seen!  In this photo, you can see modern Athens lapping up against the base of the Acropolis and in the far distance, a glimpse of the sea.


You're gong to see multiple views of the Parthenon, but first, my favourite Acropolis temple, the Erechtheion.  This lovely temple was built between 421 and 406 BC on what is considered the most scared site on the Acropolis.  You may have heard the story of the gods, Athena and Poseidon, competing to be the protector of the city.  (Spoiler alert:  Athena won, which since the city isn't named "Poseidons," you may have already figured out.) Anyway, each god offered gifts to the city:  Athena, offered the olive tree, which sprouted from the rock and Poseidon struck the rock with his trident, and from the salt water that flowed out, a horse emerged.  Tough call, I'd say, but the city chose the olive tree and peace -- the olive branch symbolizes peace even today.  The Erechtheion was built on the place where this is reputed to have happened and is dedicated to both Athena and Poseidon.

The temple is architecturally interesting, being built on two levels, one three metres lower than the other, which I think you can see in this photo.


The Erechtheion is also home to the Porch of the Caryatids, one of my all time favourite things.


The original statues are now in the new Acropolis museum, but the replicas are impeccable copies.  Here's a close up of the maiden on the far right.


I read in a guide book that among other uses over the years, the Erectheion was a harem for the wives of the Turkish commander in 1463, when the Turks occupied the city.

The Parthenon was designed by the architects Kallikrates and and Iktinos, and building started in 447BC and finished up in 438BC, when it was dedicated. Over the centuries, the Parthenon has been a church, a mosque, and in 1687, an arsenal which was bombarded by the Venetians, resulting in an explosion that pretty much demolished it.  Presently, it's being restored and rebuilt -- a process that will take years and pretty much guarantees that for the foreseeable future the Parthenon is basically a building site.  Even so, it's amazingly photogenic.


Usually a city's acropolis is built on the highest hill  (the word "acropolis" means "high city"), but in Athens, the highest point is actually Lykavittos (or Lycabettus) Hill.  It comes to a pretty sharp point, though, so you can see why it wouldn't work as a site for multiple structures.  We had a great view of Lykavittos Hill from the rooftop restaurant at our hotel. You can see it in the background, behind the Temple of Zeus.



Clustered at the top are the tiny chapel of Agios Georgios and a restaurant built into the side of the hill.  You can climb up on foot or take a very quick and comfortable funicular to the top.  (Guess which option we chose?)  I mention this because Vic's conference banquet was held in the restaurant and though the food was unremarkable, the view was spectacular.  We got to drink wine and watch the sun set behind the Acropolis and the lights come on as it got dark.  The photo below is a view of the Parthenon from Lykavittos Hill.  It was a hazy evening, but what I like about this picture is that it shows the scale of the building -- those tiny dots are people.


This is the illuminated Acropolis at full dark.


Athens is not a medieval European city, so sadly, no gargoyles.  The closest I came was this downspout on a corner of the parthenon.



The Temple of Olympian Zeus was conveniently located across the street from our hotel.  It was the largest temple in Greece, begun in the 6th century BC but not completed for 650 years.  there are only 15 columns left (of the original 104) but it's still quite impressive.




As seems to be true for most parts of Athens, there's a lovely view of the Acropolis from the Temple of Zeus.



 I did a fair bit of walking aimlessly, as is my tendency when I'm alone in a foreign city while poor Vic is working, and there are several quite lovely corners to explore in Athens.  The neighbourhoods of Plaka and Monastiraki are both wildly touristy but fun to walk through.

Plaka is the oldest continuously inhabited neighbourhood in Athens and is quite close to the Acropolis.  It has more souvenir and jewelry shops that you can count and even in April, is crowded with tourists.  But it has some quiet streets…
























fun restaurants -- I had a snack here just because I loved the sign…




and the beautiful little church of Aiya Aikaterinia. (Please note the blooming roses!)



I walked through Plaka on my own, but saw Monastiraki while on a truly great walking tour.  I love walking tours and this one -- from Alternative Athens -- was exceptionally good.  One of the joys of a good walking tour is it offers insight into the places you're passing, places you might have not even noticed.  Monastiraki is a warren of little streets, with something to see around every corner.  I was surprised by the "street lights…"



and nearly driven to consider vegetarianism by the meat stalls in the Central Market…





after which the spice market offered a bit of relief.



These markets -- the meat market, the fish market, and the spice market are well-used -- busy, crowded and hectic.


 One of my favourite parts of Monastiraki was the cafe where our guide, Vassia, took us for a cool drink and a rest during the 4-hour tour.  We went through an unmarked doorway, through a very dim hall, and into a gorgeous space covered by a canopy and built among lovely old buildings.  It's a place I'd never have found on my own and probably wouldn't be able to find again.





















Monastiraki is named for the small monastery in its main square, from which you can see evidence of three of the eras in Athens' history -- the classical period (the Acropolis), the Roman period (the pillars from Hadrian's library), and the Ottoman period (the mosque, which is now the Folk Art Museum).



Athens, overall, is covered with graffiti -- some of it quite impressive street art, but lots of it just layers of tagging.  Monastiraki had quite a lot of both kinds, as is visible in this one building.


One unexpected part of the walking tour was a visit to a an underground Nazi detention centre which is now preserved as a memorial.  It is in the centre of the city, very close to Syntagma Square, on a pedestrian street, right across from a Starbucks.  The story is that when the Ethniki Insurance Company built its headquarters in 1938, they included a bomb shelter in the basement.  After the Nazi's invaded in 1941, the building was taken over by the Germans and the bomb shelter was used as a holding area for prisoners about to be shipped elsewhere.  There are two basement levels, and the walls are covered with graffiti left by the prisoners.  It was eerie and moving and I probably would have walked right past it and not known what it was.  No photos allowed, but I did get a shot of the very evocative sign.



Vic and I took a short bus tour to Sounios, about an hour's drive outside of the city and the site of the Temple of Poseidon.



The temple is built on a high, rocky peninsula and surrounded by spectacular views.


This site has been visited by tourists for centuries, and our guide assured me that somewhere in the mess of graffiti carved into the stone is Lord Byron's name.  Sadly, even my telephoto lens couldn't find it, so we'll have to take her word for it.

I only visited two museums this trip, one of which was the amazing new Acropolis Museum.  It  opened in 2013 and was purpose-built to show off the treasures of the Acropolis.  Sadly, no photography was allowed inside.  Being a good Canadian, I followed the rules, but I swear, I was the only person in the building not taking pictures.  I did get an exterior view looking down from the Acropolis.



I also revisited the Archaeological Museum with Vic, who missed it last visit.  This time, photography was allowed and I outdid myself.  The collection is huge so I'll just show you a few of my favourite things.

First -- Arla and Ariel, this is for you! -- the bronze statue of The Jockey.



As I said, the collection is huge, overflowing with well-muscled gods and athletes…


gorgeous goddesses (This is Aphrodite whacking an importunate satyr with her sandal.) …


and some strange little creatures, like this "nude ithyphallic Silen dancing ecstatically."  Clearly, he's ecstatic about something.



Arguably, the most famous piece in the collection is the Mask of Agamemnon, found at Mycenae by Schleiman in the 19th century, dating from the mid-1600s BC.


And the award for the most weirdly scary piece goes to this head of a goddess or sphinx from Mycena, 13th century BC.



Of it all, I think my favourite is this bust of a "mature woman," who looks strangely contemporary and like someone I might like to know.  According to the label, she's probably Octavia, the elder sister of Emperor Augustus and wife of Marcus Antonius.


I think that's enough, although this barely skims the surface of Athens.  I'll leave you with these photos of the cats who patrol the Acropolis…


and the Temple of Zeus, respectively…


 because are you even allowed to post something on the internet without a cat in it?




Friday, 5 February 2016

Cambridge, England September 2015

In September, Vic and I were in Cambridge to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of John and Celi Chadwick-Jones -- a very happy occasion.  During our stay, I learned two things: That Cambridge is a beautiful town, dripping with history, and that I am a terrible event photographer.  This is by way of explaining why you'll be seeing lots of photos of the town and no photos of the actual celebration, which was lovely.

John and Celi kindly arranged for us to stay at Darwin College, in what was once Newnham Grange, the home of Charles Darwin's son George, who was a professor of Astronomy in Trinity College.  In 1884 George married a nice girl from West Philadelphia, Maud Du Puy.  They were married in Erie, PA and Maud was described as "a Philadelphia belle of the first water."

George and Maud subsequently had four children.  One of these was Gwen Ravenant who wrote a lovely illustrated memoir of her childhood in Cambridge, titled Period Pieces.  I mention all this because when we got home and I looked at my many photos, a surprising number were views and scenes described in the book.

Gwen's sketch of the view up the river from the rear of the house is almost identical to this photo:




She showed this bridge which she crossed and hid under with her siblings, although I think it's safe to say that the row of punts wasn't there in Gwen's time.  On the far left, you can just see the window of the room Vic and I stayed in.



The building in the background above (once a granary) has some spectacular chimney pots, which I couldn't resist.


Cambridge is an old city -- the Romans had a fort there in the 1st century AD, and in 875, the Danes built a fortified city there when they conquered eastern England.  The University, for which Cambridge is probably best known, is also old, founded in 1209.  (According to the tourist map I used, "1209 saw the arrival of a group of rebel scholars, who had been forced to leave after violent quarrels with the residents of Oxford" -- which may shed some light go the on-going rivalry between the two Universities!)  

The University is made up of many colleges, some of which are very old --  for example, Clare College, where John and Celi had their anniversary luncheon and reception, was founded in 1326 and Kings College, famous for it's chapel, was founded in 1441.  Some are much more modern -- Darwin College, where we stayed, was founded in 1964.  

This is the exterior of Kings' College.




One of the striking features of Cambridge is the number of green spaces, some of which are relics from when they were used to grow food for the students in each college.  Christ's College is backed by a green called "Christ's Pieces" (which calls up some vivid mental pictures).  The row of colleges that includes King's and Clare has a lovely green space behind the buildings called The Backs.

There were cows in The Backs behind King's College, very placid and willing to be photographed.  (I read a short article in the local paper which described a problem which I think must be unique to Cambridge:  There had been a rash of thefts of the heavy metal lids on the litter bins surrounding the greens which enabled the cows to eat from the bins, causing all manner of digestive difficulties.)


Cambridge is very flat, which makes it ideal for bicyclists, who were numerous.  In this photo, you can also see a wrought iron fence, which seems to be the agreed upon location for posters and notices throughout the town.


Cambridge offers all the things I love about Europe:

Beautiful markets with mouthwatering fruits, veggies, and bread…





Ancient Churches…


St. Bene't (and I have no idea why there's an apostrophe in the name) is, I think, the oldest church in Cambridge, built in 1025.  It has a lovely, cozy interior with some pretty stained glass.



 The Round Church is also old -- built in 1107.



Entertaining shop signs…




















Amazing doorways…



And of course, gargoyles!  The first two are from King's College Chapel. The dog is from a random building I passed while wandering aimlessly.





















One of the highlights of our visit was King's College Chapel, justly famous for its vast stained glass windows and fan vaulting.  The vaulting was built between 1512 and 1515.  When this was complete, the 26 stained glass widows were installed, which took about 30 years.

The Chapel is large -- 88 metres (289 feet) long, 12 metres (40 feet) wide, and the vault is 24 metres (80 feet) high.  This photo taken in the choir area, looking west and might give you some idea of the scale of the place.  It shows less than half of the interior, but you can see the fan vaulting and the high glass to wall ratio.


This is another view of the vaulting and windows along the side of the Chapel,


and this is the West Window, by far the biggest and the only window not completed in the 16th century --  it was installed in the 19th century.


Here's a close up of one of the more accessible windows, to give you an idea of the incredible detail in the stained glass.




And finally, I don't think it's even legal to visit Cambridge and not go punting on the Cam River.  I had always visualized this -- based on extensive reading of Victorian and Edwardian novels in my youth -- as as a languid, placid activity.  Rather like this:


Which it probably is mostly, but on a sunny Saturday afternoon the river was surprisingly like rush hour, with much bumping of boats and drifting into walls.  Quite a bit more exciting than I had ever dreamed!



And finally, many thanks to John and Celi for their hospitality, their gift of Period Pieces, and for the opportunity to visit their lovely city.

Oh and side-by-side Tardises!