The Shining Marbled City


 

I’ll start with a linguistic fact today.  The origin of the word marble comes from – you guessed it – Greek; marmaros (μαρμαρος) means ‘shining stone’.

It’s quite fitting, then, that I should be writing about Athens today.  I was at somewhat of a loss for content ideas last night, so I asked on Facebook what I should write about today.  One of my roommates from the Athens trip, Becca, suggested, and I quote, “GREECE!”

This post is for my friends from the 2011 Athens trip, as well as Diane (our professor), and anyone who has ever been to or wanted to go to Greece.

Enjoy!

One of several such signs on the Acropolis

The Parliament Building in Syntagma square

The Zappion, as seen on the walk outside the gardens from Syntagma to our apartments

Cute dogger sleeping in the shade of the Propylaea (entrance) to the Acropolis

The Bell Statue atop Lycabettus (Licka-vettus) Hill

The church atop Lycabettus Hill

Arch of Hadrian, looking northwest towards the Acropolis

Remaining columns of the Temple of Olympian Zeus

A close-up of the columns on the Temple of Olympian Zeus

Some of our group walking around the Temple of Olympian Zeus

View of the Stoa from the floor

Becca, looking at a statue of Nike, in the Stoa

A slightly photo-shopped version of the Erechtheion on the Acropolis

Eileen and Ryan looking at the Parthenon and its scaffolding

Inscriptions on marble, scattered around the Acropolis

Athena’s olive tree on the west side of the Erechtheion

The roof overhang of the north porch of the Erechtheion

Construction on the inside of the Erechtheion, looking west

Our first visit to the Acropolis – a good example of tourism mobs

Looking at marble column drums on the Acropolis

To read more about my trip to Athens last year, click here or here!

 

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About jmmack

Full-time swim coach and pool program manager in the Seattle area. Swimmer, writer, cross-stitcher, HP fan, wife, sister, auntie of two nephews, human to a feisty Jack-Russell mix.
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