Thursday, June 12, 2003

city of ruins





It's a city with a quirky charm.

None of the romantic air of Vienna or Venice,

Nor the cosmopolitan vibes of London.

Built around ruins that speak volumes
Of its glory long past and jaded present.

Years of wear have bred an air

Of unruliness in both city and its denizens,
Who drag their feet along deserted streets,
Tired as the dormant earth.

No office crowds scuttle along dusty pavements.
Shops shuttered all afternoon,
to shake the summer heat.

The city’s dependence on tourism and lack of industry

Leave little to want, for the future.

Still, its jaded people trudge on.
The recession and inflation weigh heavy on their waning faith.

Lost in an era of decadence,
The city screams a silent protest.
Now, modern architecture lies beside its crumbling grecian past.
The city lays frozen in a silent chaos.

The ancient ruins of Acropolis look down upon its people
As a reminder of a civilisation
That once reached a pinnacle of greatness...
Only to be torn by war and occupation.

Its mythical charm now enveloped in
A down-to-earth practicality.

It almost seems like Athens bows in deference

To the myriad facets of Greek history.

It's a city with an intriguing tale to tell

Yet its voice so fragmented.


[ … There’s a lot of building going on at the moment
In preparation for the 2004 Olympics next August.
The honour now scorned on the streets as a reminder of
How the city lost the centennial event to Atlanta
(when it did matter)

Europe’s youngest metro system makes travelling
in the city very convenient (and relatively cheap)...

Although one can’t help but wonder about its viability
Since there are no barriers to scan tickets
And hardly anyone who checks??! ]



Mykonos, on the other hand, is a fabulous party island!
Tanned bods roast along sun-kissed beaches,
Soaking up the rays, watching the clouds drift by.

Winding cobblestone paths,
Dotted with blue-trimmed whitewashed houses
,
Tiny shops selling all manner of trinklets and garments,
And quaint cafes…

It’s an Alice in Wonderland
Basking in the Agean sea.

At night, the town never sleeps.
Restaurants and bars open till the wee hours.
With lots of cheap booze to keep the revelry going
!!!

Met some Athens folk who uprooted in favour of the island lifestyle...
They say that once you go there, you won’t want to return!
... Think I could definitely get used it here :)



But for now, it's back to reality...