athenian night

islands of calm in the chaos

acropolis

The feeling of standing in front of something you had been dreaming of standing in front of for most of your life is overwhelming— to say the least. I have wanted to sit beside the Parthenon since I was a little girl, and unfortunately when I got to the Acropolis at 2:15, I was told I had fifteen minutes before closing time. Why this enormously important historical site closes so early, is beyond me— it's a real shame. I sprinted up to the top of the hill, holding onto my dress so it wouldn't get carried away by the wind, hoping I might have enough time for a quick sketch.



I was so struck by the fact that my feet were adding to the shine of marble steps curved and polished by an unimaginable number of feet since the 5th century BCE, that I forgot I even had a sketchbook and pen. Sometimes I suppose, you're just meant to appreciate with your eyes and contemplate your self and surroundings a while.



I still don't know what to say.
I wish I had more time up there.