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48 Hours in Athens

Sunday 11:30 a.m. Oh God, it's that perky wake-up woman again. I am late, but this is Greece. On Sundays, Athenians flock to the seaside like thirsty seagulls. My friend Konstandina, a rembetika musician from Pasalimani, has promised to give me an insider's tour of Pireaus, Athens' port. I dress hastily; later I dutifully endure a token brush with public transport. Ommonia Station is squalid, peopled with one-legged beggars and screwballs. I am crushed between the carriage door and a moist armpit. Grannies in their Sunday best give dishevelled backpackers and wrung-out journalists the evil eye. A succession of increasingly maimed panhandlers and buskers hop on and off the train. As we rattle overland through the patchwork of unfamiliar suburbs, I wonder whether the city will shrink or grow when the Metro finally opens. Outside Piraeus Station, a white-haired man has passed out on a bench in the fierce heat. I take this as a warning and brace myself for the final bout with my tireless opponent.

12:05 p.m. I am too late to catch the bargains in the Pireaus Flea Market. Konstandina suggests coffee in Kastella instead. A barrage of motorbikes and open-top jeeps are parked outside the noisy cafes lining the canal at Mikrolimano. We cross the wooden footbridges and admire the yachts. The beach at Votsalakia is already crawling with sunbathers and racquetball maniacs. I am longing for a swim, but a dip here would be asking for a nasty skin disorder.

1:02 p.m. Konstandina swears an ouzaki will cure my pounding head. She steers us away from the tacky seafood joints in the Mikrolimano and Pasalimani to the neighbourhood of Hatzikyriakeio. Next to the Naval School is Margaro's, the oldest garidadiko in Piraeus that serves just three dishes: deep-fried prawns, fried fish, and Greek salad. "People pray on the altar of the koutsomoura here," says Konstandina, rolling her huge green eyes and licking her lips. But today Margaro is closed. "Ha! She's made so much money, she can afford to sleep on Sundays."

1:51 p.m. I need either sleep or sustenance, and fast. We backtrack past Ilias's Family Taverna and a series of bustling seaside joints to the pretty Peiraiko Limani, a horseshoe harbour bobbing with caiques. Concerts are often held here on summer nights, the audience perched on the rocks munching mezedes from Kalyvas's Seafood Restaurant opposite. The menu is part of the decor-gaudy headlines screaming "Saganaki Soupies Special" and "Garidosoupa" flutter among the bedraggled octopi draped above the diners. The exclusively Greek customers attack their food with the unmistakable concentration of kalofagades ("good eaters"). We sit down and a smiling waiter rushes over, brandishing a tentacle. Soon we are savouring unlikely octopus croquettes, exquisite calamari, and crunchy marides, pausing every so often to clink glasses to the inevitable chorus of "Yia mas!"

 3:04 p.m. Two portly old gentlemen, sentinels guarding their lair, sit on either side of the blue doorway of Lefteris' Kafeneion. Excited by the novelty of female company, they follow us inside. A checkerboard floor, pistachio-green paint work, and a dog-eared Olympiakos football club poster from the 1970s dominate the interior. A full-scale backgammon battle is under way. Lefteris brings us each coffee and a thick wedge of watermelon like a huge, juicy grin. "Kalo kalokairi," he smiles-"Have a good summer."

 3:37 p.m. We crawl along the coast, hypnotised by the glistening sea. We discuss our beach options: Glyfada and Vouliagmeni are too crowded, Varkiza too dirty, Skinias and Nea Makri too far. I yell at the taxi driver to stop as we pass Zea Marina. The next Flying Dolphin hydrofoil for nearby Aegina leaves in 13 minutes. That's it. I've given Athens a run for her money. Now I'm off to the islands, and there's no telling when I'll be back…

 Where to Find Them... 

  • Alarm, Ilisiou 1, Metz.
  • Amfitheatro, Vas. Georgiou II St., Glyfada. Tel:894.4538.
  • Banana Moon, 1 Vas. Olgas St., Athens.
  • Brazilian Coffee Store, 1 Voukourestiou St.
  • Cafe Avyssinia, Plateia Avyssinias, Monastiraki.Tel: 321.7047.
  • Cycladic Museum, Neofytou Douka St., Kolonaki. Tel: 722.8321-3.
  • Dexameni Cinema, Kolonaki. Tel: 360.2363/362.3942.
  • Everest, Ommonia Square.
  • Gazi, Pireos and Persefonis Sts.
  • Herod Atticus Theatre, Apostolou Pavlou St., Box Office: 322.1459
  • Ierofandis, 13 Ierofandon St., Gazi.
  • Ilias' Family Tavern, 104 Hatzikyriakou Ave., Pireaus. Tel: 451-1261.
  • Kalyvas, 280 A.Themistokleous St., Piraiko Limani. Tel: 418.3772.
  • Kipos Cafe, National Gardens, Herodiou Attikou and Lykeiou Sts.
  • Koutouki, 9 Lakiou St., Ano Petralona. Tel: 345.3655.
  • Lefteris' Kafeneion, Evrimedontos and Vas. Athassiou Sts. Pireaus.
  • Margaro, Hatzikyriakou Ave., Pireaus. Tel: 451.4226.
  • Museum of Musical Instruments, 1-3 Diogenous St., Plaka. Tel: 325.0198
  • Pil Poul, Apost. Pavlou and Poulopoulou Sts., Thisseion. Tel: 342.3665.
  • Platanos, 4 Diogenous St., Plaka. Tel: 322.0666.
  • Romeo, 1 Ellinikou St., Glyfada. Tel: 894.5345.
  • Saint George Lycabettus Hotel, 2 Kleomenous St., Kolonaki. Tel: 729.0711.
  • Stavlos, 10 Irakleidon St., Thisseion. Tel: 346.7206/345.2502.
  • Symposio, 46 Erechthiou St., Irodion. Tel: 922.5321.
  • Taverna tou Yiannopoulou, Meatmarket, Athinas St.
  • To Kafeneion, Irakleidon and Akamandos Sts. Tel. 347.3133
  • Vareladiko, 4 Alkyonidon St., Voula. Tel: 895.2403.
  • Zonar's, corner of Voukourestiou and Panepistimiou Sts.
  • Zoo, Michalachopoulou and Sevasteias Sts., Ilissia.Tel:778.6672.
  • Source: Odyssey Magazine ( http://www.odyssey.gr )


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