Street Life, Athens

Grazi and Michael always stopped in Athens before going island hopping. She loved the street life. She loved the Plaka and the Monastiraki with its flea market stalls. Grazi welcomed the sun warming her bronze. Everyone speaking greek to her. She always answered in such a silly mixture of broken greek, italian and spanish. Michael's patience would melt as he began to sweat and pink up. He always refused sunscreen. They would find a table in the shade and drink ouzo all afternoon. He would be placated. She would be drunk on love and geography.