This particular Sunday we must have decided that our fantasy motorhome was one of those 25 foot twin wheeled Euromobiles. so much so that I ended up having a recurrent dream about it. We were parked on an empty pebbly beach under a deep blue sky beside a gently lapping clear sea. On a hill above the bay stood a ruined Greek temple. That was it; I was not accosted by a passing nymph Aphrodite did not appear before me in all her gorgeousness to promise unbridled pleasure and eternal life. No, there was just us, a few tons of gleaming German metal and a ruin by the sea.
|Temple C type dream|
|The temples to the east of the old city|
|Some re-erected by archaeologists early last century|
|some left as a pile of gigantic stones|
|Spring flowers among the temples - yellow, blue and red...|
|The Acropolis is something of a jumble - and difficult to make sense of the original layout.|
|The massive walls were added after the massacre in 409 BC|