The Greek Riviera, Part 1, Piraeus

From the Port of Piraeus, 7 kilometres south of Athens, to the ancient ruins of Sounion, 70 kilometres further on, lies one of the loveliest stretches of coastline in the world. It’s the province of magnates, oligarchs, tycoons and celebrities as well as sun-lovers and fun-lovers. They call it the Greek Riviera.

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While Piraeus doesn’t have the golden sands and beach culture which attract schools of sun-lovers, it does draw its share of magnates, tycoons, celebrities and fun-lovers.

Shipping Magnate Aristotle Onassis installed his fleet in Piraeus after the Military Junta of 1967. Oligarchs park their super yachts here. Easycruise, the maritime branch of Easyjet, sails in and out of Piraeus.

The hilltop neighbourhood of Kastella is one of the most desirable in the Aegean, the kind where the rich and celebrated hang out in gorgeous mansions with million dollar views.

Fun-lovers frequent the tavernas, restaurants and night clubs of Microlimano. They come to play in Allou Fun Park.

So, start at Piraeus and then follow the coastline along the Greek Riviera.

What is a travelstripe?

After almost two months of traumatic homelessness Travelstripe is pleased to be rehoused in a new  corner of the blogosphere .

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Before I resume  where I left off, on the glorious Greek Riviera, I would  like to devote a post to defining the travelstripe.

What exactly is a travelstripe? I must confess, until seven years ago, when it was suggested to me as a possible domain name, I’d never heard the word.  I must confess that I wasn’t really terribly enamoured of it. It seemed an empty, meaningless tag, without depth, history or associations. It bothered me more than a bit.

After while, travelstripe  became my growing collection of writings. I became travelstripe and travelstripe became me.  I had grown into travelstripe. But still, I felt a niggling need to find a meaning for the word – some thing or notion that could define it.

At last, one early summer evening, in the rose garden at Hampton Court Palace there it was, etched across the sky, a trail of white, left by a plane heading west to the horizon – a travelstripe.

Next post; The Greek Riviera Revisited