Romantic Nafplion!
I wish I were there now. Maybe, having just returned from Epidaurus, i could be down on the waterfront having a campari and watching the boats and people. Or maybe I could be at the beautifully shaded beach, floating in the clear blue sea!
In Nafplion Taki and I stay at the Hotel Discouri, 6 Vironis St., conveniently located high atop the hill in the old quarter. There are more charming hotels, I'm sure but we like it there- the rooms are not luxurious but they are large and with balconies that have a stunning view over the harbor. Very friendly staff, breakfasts are included.
For dinner we return to the same place over and over again:
Palio Archontiko (Old Mansion) 7 Sioku. Here's Taki with the owner, Tassos:
While in Nafplion be sure to visit the Komboloi Museum and check out "Eniton'for Keregozi shadow puppets.
For icon, Konstantine Beselmes,Ath. Siokou,painted my mermaid and Agios Demetrios icons, I think he is very good, fair prices and very accomodating.
And don't forget to have a gelato! (the Italian place on the corner!)
Skopelos and Virgin
-by Skorda
when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.
Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.
The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.
Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.
Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Nafplion Rooftops
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
ERASE FETISH
No comments:
Post a Comment