#1031 theoldmortuary ponders.

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Not a story about the furthest but a story about our current road trip before it even started. The only motorway that links us with our local airport was closed. An easy two hour journey became a tense four hour journey via A and B roads in Devon. Our flight was at 5:15 and we arrived at the airport at 5:05. Never were we so grateful for a delayed flight but regardless of the delay, check-in for luggage was very firmly closed. Thankfully we met some fabulous people and we were processed with kindness and expediency.

We arrived at 2 am and can reveal the start of our roadtrip.

Our first day was an odysea of coffee shops and nattering and a museum of  Greek culture where I met this splendid fellow.

Man in a Fez by an unknown artist.

Goodness how I love this face painted in about 1870.  A face so full of mischief I would be drawn to him at a party.

Has he just eaten the last pie?

Or farted?

Has he just heard the most salacious and delicious piece of gossip?

Is he trying really hard not to giggle?

I have no idea but he has brightened my first day in Athens. I will take his unusual portrait image with me on my road trip.

And this fabulous abstract created in a Sephora beauty product shop. Just nearby to our Airbnb.

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