There were lots of cats milling around the entrances to the Museum and Upper Site.
Although they look relatively healthy, I assume they are strays.
One particular cat (with one eye) followed me around the Upper Site, meowing incessantly.
All over Greece you will see these little roadside shrines, erected as my friend here on VT, janetanne, expained, sometimes to mark the whereabouts of churches but more usually to mark the place of a car accident. The shrines are sometimes a memorial to those who have been killed and sometimes as a tribute of thanks for those who have survived. The blue one here looks as if this was one of the unlucky ones.
The road between Athens and Delphi was littered with memorials to people who had lost their lives. The memorials traditionally hold a photo of the victim, a lantern, and a small bottle of flammable liquid. This means that anyone passing can light the lantern in rememberance of the victim. The memorials are very vivid reminders of the dangers of cars and winding mountain roads.
The photo shows a memorial I found at the end of the modern town of Delphi, near the Amalia Hotel.
.........are the waitresses getting younger?
Here I was sitting on the terrace of this little cafe overlooking the valley with a beer and watching the butterflies fluttering by and here's our waitress, she really was a little charmer!
I can still remember the story our guide told us in 1986. He was explaining that the Oracles at Delphi grew pretty wealthy by always getting their predictions right. Everyone from the poor to the rich would trek over the hills to see them and get their ‘vision’ of the future. Sitting in and/or around volcanic vents getting high – one way or the other – they would sit in audience to grant the paying customers’ wishes.
The best example we when expectant parents, after parting with the appropriate fees, would ask ‘what will be the sex of their child?’.
The Oracle on Duty would breathe in the vapours of something or other and utter the following:
“Boy no girl”.
And promptly usher in another paying customer 10 times quicker than Santa at an American Shopping Mall in December. Much quicker. They didn’t have photographers, young blonds in skimpy mini-skirts and boots (shame) and they didn’t want anyone questioning their greatness and ruing a perfectly good income stream.
So what did this mean? “boy no girl”.
Well, anything. It could be:
BOY. No Girl – and presto! It’s a boy!
Boy NO. Girl. Yeah, you get the idea. They told you that you were getting a little princess.