by cheri block
Cloudy with rain made our hike up the Acropolis pleasant and somewhat private, considering the number of tourists in town.
The contrast between old and new Athens, as in Rome, forces the viewer to consider time and her place in it.
On the far right, that black and silver building is the new Acropolis Museum. A famous architect designed it, but it doesn’t work there. It doesn’t fit. Bring back the old little museum that used to sit right by the Parthenon. One of our tutors, Professor Eva Brann, accompanied us to the museum. She’s in her 80’s now but once was an archaeology student in Athens in the early 50’s. Eva entertained us with stories of old Athens, stories of Plato and Socrates, and with stories of Alcibiades. Still teaching at the Annapolis campus of St. John’s University, she is a first class teacher in every way.
Eva, what do you think of the Acropolis Museum? I asked her, as we moved together on a transparent walkway over places that had been excavated.
Not much, she replied.
It was there that the Greek Chorus sang and danced across the stage like a phalanx.
It was there and so was I.
Far into the distance, you can see the Arch of Hadrian and the remains of the Olympeion.
At one time, the Temple of Hephaestus stood alone in a grove of trees. From the ancient stones at my feet, to the trees and the elegant temple, to the mass of homes stretching into a blur of modern smoggy grey, I wondered about the word progress.
The Ereichtheion is the most magnificent building on the Acropolis. The sky returned to rain and set up a perfect photo shoot.
Amazing! No people in the shot but those lovely ladies on the corner, preserving posterity for hopeless dreamers like me.