…two years I lived there…I left my heart and soul there in Nea Makri; I met my wife there in the Plaka, I haven’t seen my good friends there – Nikos, Iannis, Nasos and Costa - in nearly 50 years, they may all be dead! And poor Linda is dead.
…plus Nea Makri when I was there was a lonely outpost 26 kilometers north of Athens and there were goats everywhere eating the foliage from the olive trees. It made their coats shiny which was too bad for them because they soon ended up as shiny rugs.
…in the same place today there are high rise gambling casinos a la Atlantic City. Where Alexander the Great came ashore with his legions of soldiers in ancient sailboats and triremes, today gargantuan yachts of the world’s aristocracy now seek a berth in the huge marina built where once there was only the Aegean lapping the shore. It’s a very depressing picture.