Athens has its fair share of great tourist sites. The Acropolis, Parthenon and Panthenaic Stadium quickly come to mind, along with a host of world class museums and galleries.
After a couple of visits to this city, the area that excites me the most is immediately south of Monastiraki Square commonly known as the “flea market”.
Walking through the laneways with initial stalls selling t-shirts, shoes and suitcases, you will quickly reach a point where the shops are hawking second hand goods. Records, books, furniture and retro household items greet you in every nook and cranny.
This is a grungy world only metres but on the other hand a thousand miles away from Ermou street the bustling modern shopping strip popular with the people of Athens.
A local told me about a bar in the area I might like to try. I went a round the block 3 times before I found it. It is called Taf Metamatic.
Once through the door you find yourself in a sunny courtyard bar or beer garden as I like to think of it.

The bar was fairly quiet while I sat and sipped on my pint of beer, but I have a feeling night time is when it fills up.
A pleasant afternoon drinking beer surrounded by the rustic charm of this art gallery come hidden courtyard bar.
A good find in my favourite area of Athens.
I have barely scratched the surface on the “hidden” delights this place has to offer.
Cheers and Giassas
Stu






Farmers markets have been a welcome addition to the lives and stomachs of many Australians including me. The market at EPIC in Canberra is one of the best.
The fruit and vegetables are high quality and a fair bit cheaper than the local shops.
I also got a bit loose and bought a heap of oranges which I juiced this morning. The family verdict again was positive.
I experienced an amazing moment with Yiannis who sells eggs telling me about his hard life in Athens and then refusing to let me pay. Greeks appear to have generosity in their DNA.
I bought too many things early in the piece including some good looking cherries and peaches leaving me with a tougher walk back up the hill to the apartment.




On a sadder note my elder daughter Lucy went back to Canberra for school yesterday but we will see her again late September. She will be missed.
