Life is a beach

On my very last morning in the neighbourhood of Old Faliron, I put on my bikini under a loose borrowed dress, clutched a towel, put on my flip-flops and walked down to the beach…

Although I had spent a few days at my friends’ place already, I had not really realised that I could actually go for a swim. Just cross the busy street, trafficked by cars and trams and take a dip.

Thankfully I got my act together some hours before taking the bus to the airport and went for an early swim. Quite a few regulars were already there, chatting in small groups, discussing ailments and diets, wishing each other a good month ahead while floating around.

You never enter the same river twice they say. In hindsight I realise that I will never swim in those same waters again. I was lucky to end my stay with a baptism in the  Argo-Saronic gulf, before it was blackened by an oil leak from an old sunken tanker.

In my pictures, as in my memory, beauty is still immaculate…

 

 

 

 

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