I write as I’m enjoying my first sunset in Athens. I’m in the rooftop restaurant of the Hera Hotel (an RS recommendation) with a clear view of the Parthenon. It was overcast for most of the afternoon, but an hour or so before sunset, it cleared somewhat and it’s becoming magical, with the help of a glass (maybe two, we’ll see) of Greek wine. Like Shirley Valentine, I’m falling in love, not with Tom Conti, but with Greece.
Athens is delightful. I did part of the RS City Walk – I was distracted by too many shops.
Flying in was easy-peasy. The airport (at least what I saw) is small. Just a couple hundred meters from the gate to immigration and baggage claim, then another couple hundred to the sky bridge to the metro. The metro line to the airport has baggage racks in every car. All the stations I used had up and down escalators from platform to street level, so getting from the plane to the hotel was a breeze. The hardest part was dragging the suitcase along the hotel's carpeted hallway.