Athens. Vyronas
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Athens. Vyronas
Photo by Athanassios Kollyris
Despite the curfew and the orwellian ban on gatherings, 120 protesters took to the streets in Vyronas, Athens in a flash protest in remembrance of the December Revolt of 2008, following the murder of 15 years old Alexis Grigoropoulos by a policeman.
Vyronas, 2017
Poetry and philhellenism at the Greek bicentennial - Post by A.E.Stallings in The American Scholar
I was walking down Byron Street one day this past spring, heading to the post office in downtown Athens (an allowable outing under the lockdown—reason #2). It is a pleasant street, with one- and two-story neoclassical buildings in various stages of renovation or dilapidation, plus the odd souvenir shop and little hotel, leading up to the square of the Lysicrates monument, which was once used as a study in the Capuchin monastery. Lord Byron and his friend John Cam Hobhouse had stayed at the monastery in 1809. Byron Street abuts Shelley Street, both not far from the road known as the Street of the Philhellenes. Normally the area would have been thronged with souvenir-purchasing tourists, but Covid had left it strangely empty.
Byron works so nicely in Greek that it even has a declension. (The “Byron” of Byron Street—Vironos—is in the genitive.) Shelley, though, cannot even be written phonetically, since Greek lacks a “sh” sound. It takes a moment, looking at the street sign, to figure out what it is: Σέλλεϋ, “Selley.” Shelley remains distinctly foreign and un-Greek.
Walking along, I paused at the window of one of the antiques shops on Byron Street. On display were early-19th-century plates commemorating the heroes of the 1821 start of the Greek War of Independence. (The plates had been sold to support the Greek cause.) Two hundred years later, Greece is celebrating its bicentennial this year—although instead of parades and galas, exhibits and concerts, we have had the hush of lockdown. Even the one parade that did happen, on March 25, Greek Independence Day, was surreal, a parade complete with colorful costumes, horses, tanks, and warplanes but without onlookers: ordinary citizens had to watch on TV, although we could hear overhead the shudder of the helicopters and the booms of fighter jets ripping through the sound barrier.
Vyronas 1924-2010 " City of refugees, ...city of national resurrection and social struggles."
Vyronas is a suburb of Athens, named after Lord Byron, that was populated with refugees escaping the Asia Minor debacle.
Source: Iliana Mier-Lavin - @imlavin
Six months ago I received the sad diagnosis: there was nothing they could do. My dependable moped, which I’d relied on for the last 18 years, finally gave up the ghost at the neighborhood repair shop. And so I had to turn to public transport. For me, that meant the 212 – a tiny bus connecting the neighborhoods of Karea and Dafni.
But here’s the great part: whoever designed this route must have known what they were doing, or so I like to think, because how else could it be that so many stops offer a new delicious treat?
Vyronas, 2017 (large)
Sunday morning! ☕🌞 #sunday #vyronas #goomorning #homesweethome #athens (at Vyronas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGeNP1zFIWj/?igshid=1u1qe0j5ggv2o