Winter street food Athens

The mini winter street food of the historical centre will begin at Monastiraki square. (The fruit stands are deserted in the rain but koulouria are always dependable.)

A walk through the market alleys…

…leads to waffle cubes and cuteness.

Turning back and taking Ermou, the high fashion street…

means it’s time for creative-ethnic koulouri sandwich (resisting for now the roasted corn and chestnuts outside).

Walking through Plaka brings along the sun, lurking pigeons and sachets of dried nuts,

just in case anyone’s hungry on the walk towards Koukaki,

and to a warming souvlaki next to Syggrou-Fix metro station.

Right at an iconic urban spot for letting the day set in the halo of distant sea-reflected light.

Songshan nostalgia

I remember roaming through the vibrant, old, slightly mysterious Raohe night market for vietnamese sandwiches and medicinal herbs. And the usual late evening snack among families having dinner on tin stalls, gamblers, couples’ cute food on sticks and the constant shouting of a thousand sellers or so.

The equally vibrant, old and slightly mysterious Ciyou temple sits next to the start of Raohe street.

 

Going past the captivating facade on one lazy noon and to the back side. Unexpectedly smooth?

 

And, across the street, the wall separating Songshan neighborhood from Keelung river. Pass the gate and what do you find — an urban blue and green calmness punctuated by joggers, rowers, high bridges and a ferris wheel in the distance. Taipei both sides.

Athens X-market

Nativity, “Basil cakes”, piles of Christmas sweets,

sponges and spices in the old downtown,

cured meat, neoclassical buildings, end-of-year shopping in the sun.

Best sellers

I remember days spent in constant awe of beauty,

 

 


 
now with memories of people that I don’t know.
 

 

 

 

 

Izakaya

I remember the afternoon pulse through a whole city — the corners of countless small izakaya.

Random flashbacks Tokyo

Idoru festival; fans waiting for face time with their idols.

Ice cream is the only food that can be eaten in public, ergo vendors on subway platforms.

Octopus chandeliers.

Fab Cafe, coffee shop with 3D printers and space plants.

Refreshing cucumber on a stick.

Harajuku and roundabouts

Omotesando. Flashy…

Shooting a backstreet fashion shooting.

Harajuku station bridge plus summer afternoon. (Not really many, or even a few, cosplay girls, other than pros or tourists in grossly made rent costumes.)

   

Entrance to Takeshita-dori: the number one tourist site in Japan to safely skip and save time. Unless you’re there for the fake plastic touristy stuff, of course. (The plastic crepe samples do look good, though.)

Uru-Harajuku: where the actual fashion hides.