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Summer-House Blues (Pinks, Yellows & Mauves)
“Your very vivid description of the house last week reminded me again why I NEVER wanted to own a house in the country (although I am very happy to have relatives and friends who…
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Christening Amongst The Unorthodox Orthodox (Best of Hubris)
“Not long ago, we went to a christening in a sweet little church just outside Athens. The ceremony unfolded the way it’s meant to: the priest was benignly pious, the baby howled when…
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Happy Lent!
“I’m writing just after the last weekend of Carnival in Greece, which comes to a close not with an Ash Wednesday but with a Clean Monday. This gives Greeks three days on which…
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Maroussi On My Mind
“It was then I began to feel like Rip Van Winkle. Nothing in our old neighborhood bears any resemblance to the charming quarter of only 20 years ago. When I first arrived, the…
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Recipes for Comfort of the Wintry Soul
“Even though I majored in English Literature in college, I was never fond of Ezra Pound’s poetry (or politics). Even though T. S. Eliot dedicated ‘The Waste Land’ to him, calling him il…
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Christmas in Athens: An Ancient Greek Reminisces
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis The iconic Greek family at their dinner table. “When I was young, growing up on Long Island, my father used to bring home…
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Athens Is The New Athens (Revisited)
“This column, first published last May, was the result of several months spent exploring The Big Olive for a new book, 111 Places in Athens That You Shouldn’t Miss. I intended it as…
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The Summer That Came & Went
“The summer’s unseasonal storms, which did more harm than good, followed a rainless winter and spring. Even as early as mid-June, not long after we arrived to stay, locals were telling dire tales…
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Montofoli: A World Apart
“Our hostess explains, laughing, that the name of this estate/vineyard in southern Evia probably means Mount of Leaves, from the Italian foglie, but that it could just as easily be Monto Folly or Mount…
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Is Tom There? Remembering My Brother
“‘Is Tom there?’ I can still hear my father mimicking the girls who used to call my teenage brother several times a day back in the mid-1940s. He would lift his own voice…