This temple is the first of the many ancient Greek ruins I have visited. It is one of the many temples dedicated to Apollo in Greece. There is not much left of the temple; only a single standing column is remaining. The temple is a short walk from Aegina Town, and it has a lovely little museum attached to the site. It was a peaceful temple to visit; there were only 2 other people visiting it; so you have plenty of time to wonder around the site in piece, and chat to the friendly staff working in the museum.
A very different experience from the noisy and crowed (yet magnificent) Acropolis.
The Tower of Markellos is in the middle of Aegina Town. It was supposedly built in the 1800’s, and it used to be the main government building. Now it is used as a cultural centre, in particular for exhibitions.
The strange thing is nobody actually knows when it was built. Legend says the 1800’s, but the architectural style says 1700’s. Nobody really knows.
While wondering around Aegina Town we bumped into this busker, and he was fantastic. He was one of the few buskers in Greece not trying to make a hash of traditional Greek music, but he was just playing his own thing. I first noticed him when he was playing the Rain Song by Led Zeppelin. A well-known band, but not their most famous song. We chatted to him for a bit, and he says that he makes his living wondering around the island busking.
Just before we moved on, he played an even more obscure Led Zeppelin Song – Bron yr aur, named after the cottage owned by Robert Plant’s family (that was your trivia for the day), and written by Jimmy Page (the song that is – not the cottage. Jimmy Page could hardly have written the cottage).
I’ve also just realised that he was using a sieve as a hat to collect his tips – now that is a little bizarre!
Anyway, if you get hold of a copy of Physical Graffiti you can listen to the Led Zep song.
If you want some pistachio nuts, this is the place to come for. Aegina port is full of these nut shops, selling pistachio nuts in every form. Salted, unsalted, in ice-cream, in honey, in biscuits, small bags, big bags. You just can’t get away from pistachio nuts. Lois and I are certainly not complaining – they are my favorite nuts, and Aegina has thousands of pistachio nut trees. The trees grow on just about every street corner (the other corners have olive trees growing on them), and every shop sells nuts grown “from our family trees on the island”.
Just another lazy sunset on the lovely island of Aegina, Greece.