I’ve never seen so many people.
A public holiday, a day for kite flying.
I had not intended to climb Hill of the Muses. But needs must, kite flying.
Hill of the Muses, not usually many people. Not today.
Sickening. At the top of the Hill of the Muses, a sacred site, a group of drunk girls, dancing to music they had blaring out.
Not content with one jill, I climbed two, Hill of the Pnyx.
On the same Hill, Orator’s Berm. Democracy in action. Located outside the city, the orator would address the crowd. I have ascended in the past, now roped off.
My intention has been, walk a little way, then head to Warehouse CO2 for a coffee.
But could not pass by The Underdog without dropping in. I was surprised how quiet. I expected it to be like a weekend. Everyone out walking or a picnic on the hills.
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