Spring Poppies at the Acropolis

                                       Marble stained with the blood of history...

                                    Every spring a reminder of what has passed. 

    

             

                     

                              As if the shadows beneath force their way through the ages

                                 In the form of the delicate poppy dancing on their graves.

                                     

                                      

                                         The poppies at the Acropolis frolic in the sun,

                                  

                                              

                                              Nestled amongst the weeds and ruins...

                                   

                              

                                   A ruby reminder of those brave souls we can't forget...

   

         

                                                         We must never forget. 

                                                      Frannie from that Greek blue! 

Postcard from the courtyard of my Acropolis Apartment

The air is cool and clean in the little courtyard of our Acropolis Apartment. 

And it's very aptly named because it is just that... 

...literally at the foot of the Acropolis.  

The purple bougainvillea overhead is heavy with bud.

How this place will sing with a few more weeks of summer love. 

A chorus of turtle doves, swallows and purple haze in the cool of dawn. 

And at 4 am I swear I can hear ancient footsteps and voices. 

For this Hellenistic building with her faded, peeling shutters, terracotta tiles and pots of lemon trees and verbena whispers loudly of her history and her people. 

Such simple, aged beauty nestled into the twenty first century. 

And this is what I love. 

A deep connection. 

An inexplicable affinity with the language. 

With the people. 

With the culture. 

With the land. 

Greece 

Ελλάδα 

Frannie from That Greek Blue! 

All photos taken with iPhone. 

Sunday morning markets

Today the shopping list reads something like this....

Sunday night dinner... asparagus omelettes and salad...

...carrots and beets for roast vegetables during the week

... onions and sweet potatoes just because they are so sweet...

... cucumbers and tomatoes to go with feta cheese...

... mangoes for smoothies ... avocados on toast...

that's breakfasts sorted!

... eggplant for moussaka...

... garlands of garlic because they are a must, always a must...

... apples to keep the doctor away...

... and fresh spices because fresh is alway best...

... and that my friends, 

is pretty much my shopping list for a Sunday morning visit to the markets!

Frannie xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir

Mehndi - the art of the henna tattoo

Blood red oozes from the slim nib...

... curlicue after curlicue...

... form taking shape...

... a henna flower blossoms and grows...

... delicate...intricate...ornamental...

...an ancient wisdom and culture evolves before my eyes

...only to fade soon with time.

Frannie xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir

Let Greece Breathe...

...her music...

her dance...

her history...

her sport...

 her colour...

her beliefs...

her people...

...her passion.

Her name is Greece...

Let her breathe...

Frannie xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir

Tamarama Beach

 Once a year for two weeks Tamarama Beach becomes a surreal playground...

Where we play among sculptures and once again discover our inner child.

Art, 
from the sublime...
 

To the deliciously ridiculous...

Sculpture by the Sea is place to play...

To rest...

To revive!

Frannie xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir

To the beach...

I'm heading this way...

  

  

With a small stop along the way...

 

For a cuppa in a red striped deck chair is de rigueur...

 

As is Milo's thirst quencher!

 

The beach beyond is inviting...

And they've thought of everything...

For me...

and Milo...

On my Sunday walk along the bay!

Have a happy day!

Frannie 
xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir