Three stops away on the red line is the Acropolis and its extensive museum along with the roman market. Nothing can describe the Acropolis, other than poetry. while it was crowded with tourists, everyone was respectful in the face of such beauty. The museum is worth a day in itself, having been built over an archaeological dig. great swath of the first floor are made of glass so you can walk above the dig and see the progress.
On the recommendation of our new friend Tinos in our hotel's lobby, we braved the non-tourist districts of Athens visited Keramikos District, a hopping and hip walk of bars and cafes, as well as Mamacas, a fantastic restaurant, where we ate. On the return trip -- now familar -- we emerged from the metro to find literally thousands of bicyclists had taken the main street Konstantinos by storm. The passed loudly for over five minutes, shepherded by excited bikers with whistles and kazoos and other unfamiliar noisemakers. When we asked Tinos what the ruckus was about he shrugged. "We're Greek. Demonstration, strikes, just for fun -- whatever we want to do, we do it."
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