In my last post, I posted some pics of the Aegean sea from the Ferry to Aegina. Here are two pics of the port, the first of the actual port where the boats dock, and the second is of the seafront apartment buildings just outside the port. I am sure that you have a fantastic view from those apartments, although it looks a little crowded.
On our first morning in Aegina, I wondered down to the port to find a bakery to get something for breakfast, and I saw this wonderful tall ship in the harbour (yes I actually did take my little point & shoot camera with to the bakery – you never know). Anyway I am glad that I had my camera with me, because by the time we went to the port later in the day it was gone!
In my previous post I shared a photo of some old and decaying shuttered doors. I took this photo on the same street in Aegina – just a few houses down. This window tells a completely different story. It is wide open, sparkling clean, and telling a completely different story. This one is of life and activity, not death and decay. It almost balances it, doesn’t it?
There is a strange beauty in decay, and these shuttered windows are no exception. I took this pic somewhere in Aegina Town in Greece, I can’t tell you much about them, but I find them beautiful, and I’m sure that if I listened closely enough I would find a story worth listening to. But I prefer to make up my own story, wondering what was, and what could have been.
The old islands are full of stories.
It’s impossible to visit Greece and not see hundreds of Olive trees; no really – it is quite literally impossible. Olive trees grow just about everywhere. Sometimes we found ourselves walking through squashed olives that had fallen off a tree growing in the middle of the city, and in the country there are thousands of olive groves everywhere!
This particular grove was on one of my running routes in Vagia, Aegina; I ran past it several times, and to me it looks like the perfect spot to lay a blanket, and to sit and enjoy a picnic with some feta cheese, a few olives, and of course a carafe or two of Greek wine.