Mycenaean Acropolis of Aghios Andreas

Knowing this place would be open, I decided to take a look at it. The problem with these places, like the Tower, the buildings are largely lost, the materials used to build something else later in history.  I went to the pie shop, tried a bit more Greek and was rewarded. It did say  that while living on Serifos I had a cold coffee, called Fredo Cappuccino every day at my local cafe in Hora. It’s very refreshing on a hot day. I also bought a Spanakopita which is the Spinach pie, that my friends dog loves among other things. I then set off up the road. Although the museum is accessible by way of the track I went on before, that’s vehicle access, before that turn are steps that lead up to the church which was built much later on, from which you can get access to the site. The steps were not bad, but along them were these miniature flows, like a very small narcissus.

I carried on up to the church and had my pie. I then inspected the ruins. It would be easy to just write down what the information board said, but here it is in its completeness without the artist impression drawings.

What was more impressive than the ruins was this flourish of yellow in a corner of the site, which looked like Crocus.

Looking at Google maps earlier, I could see there is a path to a monastery high up, but as it was a path not a track , there was no way I was going to try my luck. I turned back the way I came. On the way down I was overtaken by two Greek guys running down the steps, not wise I thought. I also came across this glazed pot with a lid, did this contain the ashes of someone? I thought Greeks did burials not cremations? I carried on down to the road, where I then saw a load of turkeys free roaming a small field. Last time I came along here I saw what looked like a Pet fluffy rabbit in the same field, maybe it got lucky and escaped?

I followed a different path  to Apollonia, and walked through a nice neighbourhood with craft shops, restaurants, cafes and churches all mingled together, again no road, so it made it pleasant. I found my way back to Apollonia where I had an ice cream, and walked back along the now familiar setting of the road. The previous evening I had a couple of drinks with a lady who runs a shop called Sifanto, after the Italian name for this island. I have known her since I first came here. She is a member of the animal welfare organisation. We sat in the Captains bar, which was now largely empty. She introduced me to a cat, called Coco, which has one ear missing, I did not find out why. But the cat has used up at least one of its nine lives, as it went missing, only to be spotted in Athens by someone. He was sent back to the island! His missing ear and colourings ( white and ginger a bit like Tiger markings) enabled him to be identified. My ship friend would prefer him to live in the farm area behind the beach, but every time they move him there, he returns to the town. He likes the company she says.

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