We’re about as central as it’s possible to get in Athens. Suppose you could say there are too many tourists and there are hundreds of them. Might wear thin in time. But they’re excited and happy. Disproportionately young. Food and drink and music everywhere. And we have balcony seats above the fray. Quite literally. The weather is warm and there’s a steady stream of people passing. Our short street has several cafés and bars, including one that provides us with jazz and blues at night.
The throbbing hum continues late into the night but happily our flat is blessed with heavy blackout curtains and balcony doors that do a pretty good job of soundproofing so it’s possible to enjoy a quiet evening when we leave the performance.