Mokka for a coffee, and bought some beans whilst I was there.
Unusual for Mokka, very crowded. A tour group. Then before they left, another tour group arrived, fed bullshit by their guide.
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Mokka cappuccino
March 6, 2024Koile Valley Ancient Deme of Koile
March 6, 2024A pleasant walk, Wednesday two weeks ago.
A wooded valley in Athens. Peaceful and quiet, not a soul about.
Sometimes I find wild tortoises. Not today. At a guess too cold. Usually I am wearing sandals. I was wearing shoes, and they were making a noise on the rocks.
I walk along the side of the valley, then cross and walk back.
Cut into the rocks, foundations of houses from Ancient Greece.
A water channel cut into the rocks, runs along the valley.
The valley was an ancient road from Athens to Piraeus.
The hill on the opposite side, where the wealthy lived, outside the city walls.
Once, on the opposite side of the valley, a man playing a cello. The music drifted across the valley.
It is rare to encounter anyone in the valley. Few are aware of its existence.
Athens Koile Valley and Mokka
March 3, 2024Wednesday a week and a half ago.
A walk along the Koilne Valley. I did not see any wild tortoises. Probably too cold. A few spring flowers out.
Mokka for a coffee, and bought some beans whilst I was there. Unusual for Mokka, very crowded. A tour group. Then before they left, another tour group arrived, fed bullshit by their guide.
Opos Palia
March 2, 2024Tuesday of last week, espresso martini at Pair Acropoli. I had not eaten, now too late. My friends recommended Opos Palia nearby, according to Google maps three minutes walk away.
Opos Palia, Greek version of a greasy spoon cafe.
Late night, full of noisy peasants. Dreadful Greek music blasting out.
I decide on moussaka. I asked for a small salad on my plate. No. Either no salad, or a large plate of salad.
I ask the waitress for moussaka. Not available.
I could not make neither head nor tail of the menu. I went through each item with the waitress.
I settled on minced beef in tomato sauce. Served with rice, pasta or mashed potato. I asked for mashed potato.
I’m served a Greek dish that looked disgusting, but surprisingly tasty. The mashed potato smooth and silky, far better than most restaurants in England.
I then asked for a glass of red wine.
My bill, ten euros.
Traditional Greek food, tasty, very basic surroundings, very noisy.
In Love Again cappuccino and dessert
March 2, 2024Tuesday of last week.
Too late for Mokka.
Too late to visit a new coffee shop in Exarchia.
I head for In Love Again, Just Made 33 closed. Maybe they close early, no one about.
Excellent cappuccino and dessert at In Love Again.
In Love Again, desserts to die for.
The coffee as always excellent too.
Taf coffee, but not taf catering supplies coffee.
The irony, In Love Again brew better coffee using Taf, than do Taf.
I then briefly looked in Baba au Rum opposite, but although invited to stay for a drink, I did not stay.
Dope
March 2, 2024Tuesday of last week, I looked in Dope.
Dope used to be robusta. One person says yes, another no, now arabica.
Capsules falsely claimed to be compostable. They are not. Plastic, with a metal film, composite structure, impossible to recycle.
Capsules twenty in a plain brown card box. The box is easy to recycle or compost. But not the composite structure capsules.
An interesting building, which is not, a roofed over empty lot between two buildings, hence the graffiti on the walls.
Dope, the windows slide open upwards, enabling seating at the shelf inside and outside. A clever idea.
Whenever I pass Dope, I may look in out of curiosity, but never get a coffee. For coffee, I walk a few minutes up the street to Mokka, where I was headed.
Sticky Rice
March 2, 2024Tuesday of last week, cappuccino at The Underdog, feeling hungry, excellent lunch at Filipino takeaway away, Sticky Rice.
The Underdog espresso
March 2, 2024Tuesday of last week, I had wished to walk along the Koilne Valley a wooded valley. It started to rain. I popped in The Underdog.
Be wary of this man
March 2, 2024A few years ago, a man in the vicinity of The Acropolis, well dressed, good English, would acost and befriend visitors, their new best friend, offer to take them for a drink.
He then vanished, now appears to be back, assuming to be the same man.
If approached, politely decline, if he persists, talk to the Police.
The Police are aware, describe him as harmless, but best be safe than sorry.
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