analith

I dreamt last night about Athens. I walked along the top of Syntagma square, along the road with the Botanical Gardens on it, which later on becomes Rent-A-Car Boulevard. I walked along until I got to the start of Dionysos Street, which has a huge marble corner on the footpath, that is across from the Temple of Olympian Zeus. There is a little cafe just past the corner, called Palaka Cafe or something similar, heading down Dionysos Street toward the Acropolis, which I pass. Going under the Acropolis you walk around this street and pass the Ancient Agora, and walk down towards the Keramikos - the ancient cemetery. Just before you take the bend towards the Keramikos there are a lot of cafe's. It was hot, but not overwhelming. I am wearing black thongs on my feet and at some stage I slip one off to feel the marble on the ground. I go into the Keramikos and down to the grave stelea of a woman and her daughter. The original is in the small museum just at the entrance, it's the last one on the right in the first room, but I don't walk into the museum, just straight down to where it originally was, there is a replica standing in its place. I stand in front of the grave for a long time, I sit down, they lay. At some stage I fall asleep.

I wake up in bed, in the morning, with Ben laying next to me - still asleep.

I miss Athens. I feel like I am away from home.