There was considerable police presence around Syntagma which is where the bus dropped us off and we were told that later, the centre would be indeed closed.
Almost immediately we came upon a rally for International Women's Day - we knew that there was one in Klauthmonos Square, so this was a second one
and then started walking down Ermou Street, the main shopping street in Athens, a bit like Oxford Street in London
The Byzantine church of Kapnikarea, two buskers in front of it, and this is where Ermou Street changes - the nature of the shops changes and consequently the whole atmosphere
This woman was offering to take an old fashioned photograph of us, and I asked her if I could take one of her instead - she readily agreed
a salepi seller - you don't many of those around anymore. Salepi is made from the flour obtained from the orchis mascula, a purple orchid. When mixed with water, the flour turns into a thick liquid which is meant to have healing properties for those suffering from asthma, a cough and stomach ache.
Caryatids in tears - another iNO mural
a net across the street
The Good Wolf, an old taverna which seems to be closed, maybe they only open in the evenings. Wares from the next-door junk shop all over the entrance

This taverna is called Let's go to Naxos. I took most of these photographs at around 11:00 and the tavernas were deserted. On our way back, after our lunch, as we were leaving the area, they were all packed. It's the same in the evenings - the whole area is full of life
and across the road, Tsipouradiko's garden - we thought about having lunch here, but ended up elsewhere instead
You don't see this graffiti much anymore - Vasanizomai: it used to be all over Athens during the economic recession, it means 'I am being tortured'
Loved this: This gallery is not genocide friendly, I went in and told the owner and we had a nice chat
We stayed for a while to show our support
a koulouri seller
and now we are walking a completely different Ermou Street
The narrow lanes on our left lead to the flea market, which explains the abundance of second-hand shops in the area
Caryatids in tears - another iNO mural
And now we had finally arrived at the turning for Psirri, and again, a completely different vibe
Psirri was known as a haven for the revolutionaries during the War of Independence against the Turks. Following the liberation of Greece from the Turkish occupation in 1833, several veteran freedom fighters settled here. They opened cottage industries and workshops, which gave the area a distinctive character. The central square in Psirri is called 'Heroes Square' because the streets leading to it carry names of heroes of the Independence War.
Psirri has always had a reputation of being anti-establishment. From the very beginning of the modern Greek State people from the provinces and especially from the island of Naxos, came to the area.
Psirri was also known for a very odd sport that the working class indulged in. They would have 'stone wars'. At a prearranged time men from Psirri would meet with men from Thissio, Metaxourgeio, or Petralona and insult each other until the rocks began flying. There were cheering spectators and those injured became neighbourhood heroes. This went on until the end of the 19th century.
Psirri was also part of the underworld of Athens: hash smokers, petty criminals and people who were generally discontent came to live here. They were called 'mangas'. In 1893 Prime Minister Harilaos Trikoupis founded a new combination of army-police to stamp out criminals in the area.
During the 20th century Psirri became an area of tavernas and a place where you would find the Remberica, a type of Greek music about love, exile, pain, poverty, heroin and hashish, the same songs you will hear in Psirri today. Today it's a neighbourhood known for its artisans, specialty stores, bars, tavernas with or without music, but also theatres, art, and antique shops. It's also one of the few neighbourhoods I know where one may sample international cuisine.
Los Gardenias, a Cuban restaurant
with two venues across from each other
a shop selling Indian merchandise
You don't see this graffiti much anymore - Vasanizomai: it used to be all over Athens during the economic recession, it means 'I am being tortured'
We sat across the road, in front of the church. It's just as well we went when we did because later, there were continuous queues of people waiting for a table - it's obviously a very popular place.
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