OPENER / ANDREW TUCK
New ancients
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A slot at the hotel gym has to be booked in advance and by the time I call the front desk there’s nothing left. But I’m now dressed in my gym gear and, although it’s toasty hot outside, I decide to head off for a run of some sort. According to my app there’s a nifty route around the Acropolis. Come on, who could resist having that on their running history? I leave the hotel, weave through tree-shaded streets, and then hit the inclines and sun-bleached dusty trails. I soon misjudge the map, have to retrace my steps, come to a fenced-off dead end and meet wild tortoises who seem to be moving annoyingly faster than me. But I am in Athens, as high up as a bird, and mornings have rarely looked so beautiful. And, then, I turn a corner and see the Parthenon in front of me, owning the skyline as it has for millennia. Really, welcome to Athens.
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We are having lunch and there’s a group of great-looking women at the table next to us who are all premier-league players of the under-ordering game. It’s brutal to overhear. “Can I get some crudités and taramasalata?” says the first woman. “Can I just have the crudités?” says the second woman. “Can I share your crudités?” says the third woman. “I’m not eating now as I have dinner in three months’ time,” says the next. “Do you have any air in a bowl?” asks the last member of the group. And, actually, they all would really like to have a burger and chips – and probably will when they get back to their rooms.
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The Monocle Quality of Life city index is published in the July/August issue of Monocle. Athens is not on there just yet. Nor are lots of cities in which life can be very good – sorry but the generational investment just in the public realm of, say, a Copenhagen is hard to compete with. But if you have a nice salary, then Athens delivers. Sure, there are some rough edges, a lot of graffiti on trains and many poorer neighbourhoods, but the city has an amazing tempo, a stock of modernist architecture whose potential is often untapped and a youthful strut that seduces. I warn you: if you come to our conference in the city at the end of summer, you may find yourself contacting a real-estate agent.
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Last summer I was in Athens, en route to the island of Folegandros, and I bumped into a reader at the Me Kolonaki café (apparently it was my Monocle tote that alerted him to my presence and encouraged him to say “hello”). So this time I made sure to meet Dimitris at the same place. We talked about our lives and work, about plans. One of the many things that makes me love my job is that when I meet our readers they turn out to be a pretty amazing crew.
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While we’re in Greece, the government changes the mask rules. As of Thursday, you no longer need to wear one outdoors unless you are in a crowded place – handy when the temperature is 36C. But as I head out from the Grand Bretagne a lot of people seem to have kept covering their faces. Do they not read the news? Or are they the opposite of early adopters? Or, actually, is this just another hint that the great unwinding will take longer than we think?
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You can’t dine inside restaurants in Athens, just alfresco. I don’t even notice this fact for days; you would be insane to eat indoors in this heat. It all just looks as it should be – perfect in fact.
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Who are the first travel movers? Americans. The city is full of US holiday-makers making the most of their jabs and desire to roam.
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At the airport, another Brexit joy. It takes 45 minutes to snake through passport control. One frustrated man starts barking at a woman guarding the empty EU passport holders’ zone. Suddenly we all hear someone confidently shout, “Asshole.” I turn – as does Mr Aggressive – to see an American gentleman who is built like some mythical Greek giant; his regular-sized mask barely covering his lips. Shoutypants decides not to go in with a punch. “Hey,” he meekly retorts, like an infant saddened by a parent’s scolding. Thanks for hitting the road, America.
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Airport watch number two. It’s impressive how Saudi women switch identities. There’s a Saudia flight checking in next to me and there are women in crop-tops and flip-flops who within hours will have to be more modestly attired. I spot a couple of young women who were just drinking beer in the café when I got my coffee. No judgment – it’s just fascinating how for all of us clothes can express beliefs or denial of them; validation or misdirection.
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Finally, come to Athens with us. It’s going to be a hoot. Keep an eye out for details in the coming days. We can even go on a morning run together and stare back at this city where ancient and modern collide to produce a place that’s both heady east and determined west. But always intriguing.