Athens Is The New Athens

Diana Farr Louis

Diana Farr Louis

“The real revolutionaries are those who keep going with a smile, with a thought for their fellow residents, and respond to our straitened circumstances in creative ways, refusing to be cowed by nefarious politicians and the iniquitous IMF, which keeps insisting on further cuts to pensions while conceding that their own policies helped deepen our depression. And I think of Bashar, the Iranian refugee, who grills kebabs on his portable BBQ in Exarchia Square at night, taking advantage of the lack of policing and voicing his appreciation of Greeks’ warmth while showing no desire to join the rest of his family, long-time residents of Chicago and Oklahoma.”Diana Farr Louis

Eating Well Is The Best Revenge 

By Diana Farr Louis

To Valsamo, a sidewalk spice cupboard.

To Valsamo, a sidewalk spice cupboard.

Diana Farr Louis

ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—May 2018—Last spring and summer, when Athens hosted Documenta 14, the first city outside Germany to host this prestigious, Kassel-based art festival, enthusiastic (foreign) reviewers started proclaiming, “Athens is the new Berlin.”

“You’ve got that wrong,” Greeks retorted. “Athens is the new Athens.” Meaning that the city is indeed a cultural capital, but with its own distinct identity; and that, despite years now of deep economic depression, it is witnessing a resurgence of creativity in all sorts of sectors, from the visual and performing arts to the culinary—and, particularly, in the art of survival.

If you don’t go into the center, but tend to stay in your own neighborhood or suburb, you may be likely to believe all the negative stories you hear—about filth, violence, shuttered shops, beggars, junkies, etc.—and these certainly exist, but they are not the whole picture.

This winter, research for a new book took me out of my comfort zone in the garden suburb of Kifissia into Athens’ city center two or three times a week. My wanderings, from Kypseli to Psyrri, the Central Market district, Syntagma, Koukaki, Kerameikos, Thissio, and even the notorious anarchists’ den of Exarchia, revealed a city with some depressing features, of course, but which pulses with vitality, cheer, and kindness. Busy and lively day and night, with crowded restaurants and crowded streets, what I saw left me to wonder where the crisis was.

I know it hasn’t gone away. Our own income is a fraction of what it was even five years ago, and most of it goes to pay for taxes and basics, which don’t include central heating but continue to cover wine, even if only (decent) Chateau Cardboard. And although abandoned shops still have homeless people camped on their doorsteps, the cars on Athens’ streets seem larger and newer; the carts in supermarkets piled higher with groceries. That there is an underground economy may be taken for granted, but whatever is fueling the city’s resurgence remains a mystery to me.

My research started in December with a visit to Boroume’s offices near Monastiraki, where I always go when I need a dose of joy and positivity. This NGO, founded just seven years ago “to save lives by saving food” and to foster a sense of community between food donors, whether shops, eateries, or even large companies, and their recipients, always has good news to share. In 2017, for example, they “saved and offered a total of 7,469,435 portions of food, more than 20,450 portions per day” and rescued 1,340 kilos of fresh fruit and veg from 13 of the city’s farmers’ markets, a new venture carried out with the help of 263 volunteers.

But they also shared a restaurant address, a mageireio or slow-food home cookery which delivers delicious casseroles several days a week, even though it’s by no means close by. Their tip led me to Antonopoulos Traditional Cuisine Restaurant, near the National Archaeological Museum, which has been turning out some 25 different dishes every day since 1971. There, just as I was leaving with my order of scrumptious green beans cooked in oil (fasolakia ladera), a nephew of the owners walked in. Besides designing the website, Nikos Vogiatzis was also setting up a program by which people who order meals can send back pharmaceuticals they no longer need with the delivery boy, which the restaurant will then give to Praksis, the medical aid NGO. Needless to say, they also offer any uneaten food to the homeless, more than 1,800 portions since 2015.

Not far from them, near Victoria Square, several organizations act as centers for refugees, with such an open, cheerful atmosphere they must be of some comfort to the fortunate who know about them. One of them, the Victoria Square Project, began with Documenta last year and stayed on, fostering community through art events and food. I joined a spirited lunch with them one Wednesday and left buoyed by the good will of the volunteers, who come from all over, including Italy, the US, and Africa.

But it was the old Athenians who touched me with their dedication in small shops, some devoted to a single product such as yogurt, loukoumades (bite-sized hole-less doughnuts), olives, or herbs and spices. All located between Omonia and the Central Market district, Stani, Ktistakis, Ariana, and To Valsamo, respectively, represent three generations of family-owned enterprises that have focused on “doing their thing” with meraki—an undefinable word that encompasses passion, love, and joy—as well as a sense of tradition and upholding their grandpappies’ standards. Entering their shops is a bit like time travel, a glimpse of what Athens was like 80 to 90 years ago.

These old shops, with their young proprietors, provide a constant; a frame of reference in a city that is changing every day. Places close, others open, a favorite institution like Rebetiki Istoria or Doris restaurant vanishes; but we get to choose from at least a dozen new Indian restaurants and, on Menandrou Street, which has become the souk for exotic groceries from the subcontinent, China, and the Middle East, we can even find a Buddhist center if we have a sudden urge to meditate or follow esoteric teachings.

My explorations took me there and further west, well into Psyrri, the former red-light/small workshops district that has become full of trendy, but also attractive, low-key shops and galleries. There, I discovered a komboloi “boutique,” where a widow keeps her husband’s passion for worry beads alive in a setting that is more like a museum than a store;  and where I learned that some materials can actually “sing” to you, and that having the right beads is as personal and as potentially protective as the right crystal. To Kompoloi tou Psyrri is open almost every day of the year, and I can foresee dipping in there occasionally for a fix of positive energy.

Closer to Thission, Tournavitou—just one block long—represents a community effort to bring a street back to life even though many of its shops have closed. Under the leadership of the owner of the Tin Pan Alley bar on the corner, a team of residents painted each of the low buildings a different color and commissioned a couple of well-known street artists to decorate two facades. The result: a rainbow jewel.

Achilles is known for his soulful faces, like this one on Tournavitou Street.

Achilles is known for his soulful faces, like this one on Tournavitou Street.

Of course, not all street art is art, and Athens must be the graffiti capital of the world. Scribbles, tags, and stencils desecrate some of the city’s most historic buildings as well as covering every inch of abandoned ones and, in some neighborhoods, they can be stifling and depressing. But when a dear friend, Irene Theotokatou, took me on a tour of some of the best street art in a place specially designated for it, I actually found some of the work exhilarating and fascinating. And ever since she pointed out a monochrome figure called “the happy penis,” their smiley faces—if you can call them that—make me smile, too, when I glimpse one, usually from the window of the (above ground) subway.

A happy you know what.

A happy you know what.

Creative energy of a more channeled sort inspired me in places as different as Nolan’s Japanese-Greek restaurant, where each dish looks too beautiful to eat but which sends you into a kind of ecstasy when you do, and Eleni Marneri’s gallery, where her artists’ jewelry transcends conventional notions of wearable bijoux. Celebrating its 30th anniversary this year, this gallery near the Acropolis metro has been holding exhibitions around the “trinity” of gems, metals, and miscellaneous materials that jewelers work with—materials that range from plastic and ceramics to butterfly wings. Eleni, herself, is a source of inspiration, too, with her refusal to succumb to the inexorable pressures our benighted government forces on small businesses.

A few blocks on, into Koukaki, a café-restaurant called To Pagkaki resists conventions in another way. This is an urban collective venture that has no bosses and no underlings. Its members share decisions, responsibilities, and tasks and buy their food from small producers in Greece, their coffee from zapatistas in Mexico and their sugar from a landless peasants’ movement in Brazil. Their philosophy sets them apart from other cafés, and even a cup of tea comes with a real pot and a jar of thick honey by its side, instead of the usual bag and prepackaged sugar “tube.”

Just before Easter, I stumbled upon another idealistic enterprise, one rooted in the past, located at Amalias 4, opposite the National Gardens and next to Syntagma, in an apartment once owned by a couple named Katakouzenos, who belonged to the golden “Thirties Generation.” Angelos, a psychiatrist/art lover, and Leto, a writer, knew everyone of that era in Greece, which included Seferis, Ghika, Tsarouchis, and Katsimbalis, the “Colossus of Maroussi,” as well as international luminaries such as Chagall, Camus, and Faulkner. The flat, filled with paintings and memorabilia given to the couple, is run as a salon-museum, open only in the afternoons, and manned by volunteers who were inspired by the couple’s integrity and level of culture.

Among recent book presentations, concerts, and events scheduled was a performance of Pericles’ Funeral Oration, translated by Eleftherios Venizelos, and declaimed by a young actress. Although I did not catch every word, I was riveted by the language and by the image of Pericles as a true leader. My eyes filled with tears as I compared him to the despots and buffoons of today, with their posturings, bombast, and lies, and thought of the scoundrels holding forth in the Greek parliament building just across the street.

It’s no wonder that Athens has so many disaffected groups who run riot from time to time; smashing shop windows, burning cars, hurling Molotov cocktails at cops (who mostly look the other way). But they are nihilists who cannot propose anything to take the place of ruthless taxes, a labyrinthine bureaucracy, and willful ineptitude.

The real revolutionaries are those who keep going with a smile, with a thought for their fellow residents, and respond to our straitened circumstances in creative ways, refusing to be cowed by nefarious politicians and the iniquitous IMF, which keeps insisting on further cuts to pensions while conceding that their own policies helped deepen our depression. And I think of Bashar, the Iranian refugee, who grills kebabs on his portable BBQ in Exarchia Square at night, taking advantage of the lack of policing and voicing his appreciation of Greeks’ warmth while showing no desire to join the rest of his family, long-time residents of Chicago and Oklahoma.  Like me, Bashar is worried about where Greece is headed, but content to be getting by in resourceful, resilient Athens.

The entrance to the Eleni Marneri gallery, designed to ward off the “Evil Eye.”

The entrance to the Eleni Marneri gallery, designed to ward off the “Evil Eye.”

Recipe

Fasolakia Ladera (Green Beans Stewed in Olive Oil)

There’s no way my beans will come out as delicious and succulent as those of the Antonopoulos Traditional Cuisine Restaurant. Maybe it’s the slower cooking, larger amounts, experience, or just that inimitable touch that Greek housewives (and some men) possess. Mine will be tasty, but not the same, even though this is the first Greek dish I cooked back late in 1964, when I went back to New York after more than a year abroad.

Don’t worry about precise amounts and don’t be afraid to simmer longer than you might normally.

500 g or 1 lb green beans, tipped and halved if longish

1 large red onion, thinly sliced

chopped garlic, to taste

good olive oil, at least 5-6 tbsp

tomatoes, chopped—I’ve been using the small oval tomatoes lately, about 250 g/½ lb

pinch of sugar

chopped parsley

lots of freshly ground black pepper

The Antonopoulos version contained thinly sliced carrots, which I had never encountered before in this dish. If you want to, add them along with the beans and omit the sugar. They make the dish sweeter than usual.

Sauté the onion and garlic in the olive oil until translucent. Add the beans and toss well to coat with oil and sauté a little longer. Add the chopped tomatoes and sugar and toss well. Pour in a little water, cover, and simmer until the beans are soft, adding more water if necessary. Just before they’re done, add the chopped parsley and pepper.

This dish is even better the next day, as are most dishes cooked with oil, and may be eaten at room temperature. Serve with feta and sour dough bread.

Prospero's Kitchen

Diana Farr Louis

About Diana Farr Louis

Diana Farr Louis was born in the Big Apple but has lived in the Big Olive (Athens, Greece) far longer than she ever lived in the US. She was a member of the first Radcliffe class to receive a degree (in English) from Harvard . . . and went to Greece right after graduation, where she lost her heart to the people and the landscape. She spent the next year in Paris, where she learned to eat and cook at Cordon Bleu, and earned her first $15. for writing—a travel piece for The International Herald Tribune. Ever since, travel and food have been among her favorite occupations and preoccupations. She moved to Greece in 1972, found just the right man, and has since contributed to almost every English-language publication in Athens, particularly The Athens News. That ten-year collaboration resulted in two books, Athens and Beyond, 30 Day Trips and Weekends, and Travels in Northern Greece. Wearing her food hat, by no means a toque, she has written for Greek Gourmet Traveler, The Art of Eating, Sabor, and such websites as Elizabeth Boleman-Herring’s www.greecetraveler.com. She is the author of two cookbooks, Prospero’s Kitchen, Mediterranean Cooking of the Ionian Islands from Corfu to Kythera (with June Marinos), and Feasting and Fasting in Crete. Most recently she co-edited A Taste of Greece, a collection of recipes, memories, and photographs from well-known personalities united by their love of Greece, in aid of the anti-food waste charity, Boroume. (See Louis' amazon.com Author Page for links to her her titles.)
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5 Responses to Athens Is The New Athens

  1. Anita Sullivan says:

    This is such a heartening piece, Diana, and coming from you I trust it completely. I will read it over many times for the wealth of details. And thanks for the recipe for the bean dish, which I have enjoyed so many times in Greece, and never quite knew how to cook. Yay!

  2. Will says:

    Oh, Diana! What joy to read your essays, especially on a morning when one has woken heavy with ennui and cynicism. I know you approach your research seriously and, clearly, with appreciation. But you manage to bring to your assignment the flaneur’s exquisite connection to all she surveys in her perambulations, and you color these strolls through living stories with the sense of long-before and still-to-come. Even more than the sights and smells and tastes, it is the people you generously introduce me to who make these wanderings so richly fulfilling. Thank you once again for another wonderful essay.

  3. Nick says:

    A wonderful piece that is both inspiring and hopeful. I love Diana’s writing.

  4. Jean says:

    I am late to the party, but I love this essay. Hope is its own beacon, and you capture and share every bit of the effort by both ordinary and extraordinary people, and by organizations to alleviate the misery they see, and cultivate the joy that buoys us through difficulties. Thank you.

  5. Diana says:

    Thank you dearest fellow hubrisians and Nick for your lovely, most welcome words.

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