After finishing university in 1986 I came to Greece to spend the summer. For June and half of July the plan was to stay in Athens and then to move on to the island of Patmos. The Athens days were speckled with short visits to places like Hydra or Monenvassia, a taste of the sea till my move to Patmos. A few friends kept my social life going at night in the capital but, during the day, I pretty much had to entertain myself as they were all busy with college exams. One afternoon I went jogging to the Philopappos, a park just south of the Parthenon. At the end of the run, as I walked back home, I came across a wall of sheer rock. I had done a lot of mountaineering at school so I decided to climb, freehand, all of its 50 meters. Half the way up, I realized that the the wall curved outwards, making it very difficult to continue. First I tried to descend. Impossible. So I found myself standing on a small rock jutting, 30 meters high, not quite knowing what to do. It was 3pm and there was nobody in the park. I waited. By 6.30, still up there, holding onto the rock for dear life, I began to worry. My legs were shaking and night was not far away. And there still was nobody in sight. Well past 7pm a group of German tourists came running towards the wall. They had seen me through binoculars and were wondering what was going on. I told them to call the police and in minutes, I could hear a fire truck siren approaching. Soon firemen could be seen at the top of the wall, having reached its edge from an unseen road. In what seemed seconds a fireman, tied to a rope, begun descending and when he got next to me, tied another rope around my waist. His colleagues hoisted me up. On approaching the top I prepared myself for some stiff dressing down regarding my stupidity. But the Greeks are Greeks, and instead the whole fire brigade started clapping and hugging me when I made it all the way up! The next morning you could see me smiling, shirtless, from the front page of the newspapers. ❤️🇬🇷
Tôt le matin @chateaudeharoue ❤️🇫🇷
Un-expected layover. #chicago
Wednesday on Lake Tahoe @nathaliefarmanfarma
English Summer. #redcurrants ❤️🏴
A pastel palette amongst the Taurus Mountains. #cabanaontour ❤️🇹🇷
If you are in London you have till July 5th to see the beautiful Botanica show at the @tristanhoare Gallery on Fitzroy Sq.
Posting this as I fly at 39,000 feet up over the Atlantic from NY to London. A room in the beautiful @chateaudeharoue in the Lorraine in France, a picture I took on a rainy day about a month and a half ago. Life is a wondrous thing...
Those who know me well will tell you that I always eat at the same places. I like unpretentious restaurants. To my friends unspoken annoyance, in NYC you will always find me at Donahue’s on Lex. Two or three times a week I am at Daquise in London, where I live. There is no Paris visit without at least one meal at L’Entrecôte on the rue Saint Benoit. Here, in Tangier, I eat almost always at Casa Italia. In each of these restaurants I always ask for the same things - every time. The other evening, because we are in late Spring, I dared ask the waiter if watermelon, my favourite fruit, was available. He replied “C’est fini!”. I was taken aback, “Fini? In late May, already?” Realising that I was confused, and with a spark in his eyes, he added. “In Tangier we have two watermelons: one comes out on the fifth month (May ), and then the second batch of watermelons will be out in the seventh and eighth months”. And then waiter went on to explain, “Melon, instead, we have it three times a year: in the fourth month (small, round melon ), followed by the seventh month melon (yellow ). And when the eighth month is here, it is finally time for the big green melon”. I love stories like this. “Melones Dulces” illustration from the Tacunium Sanitatis, a 14th Century health treatise based on an earlier book brought to Europe from Baghdad. ❤️🇲🇦
Africa from the Andalusian coast #melidestotarifa 🇵🇹🚔🇪🇸
Rainy Saturday at the beautiful @chateaudeharoue 🇫🇷❤️
Penguin Envy #sarahgraham 🇬🇧