The first thing I like to do when in a new city is to walk, anywhere. Arriving in Athens today, it was warm and humid. We walked North West from our MisterBnB apartment, around a Presidential Palace (apparently Greece has a President; I never knew) and through a park. It almost felt suburban. We headed straight into Plaka, a tourist-centric area but with more attractive buildings with glimpses of ruins, either occasional bits of columns or the Parthenon up a hill in the distance. We bought a table cloth, and placemats. We are now officially old. Dildo-shaped key rings and plates with butt sex were luring the other tourists but we gasped at a store selling linen, and left proudly carrying a table runner with matching placemats that had a lovely olive motif embroidered around the edges. It’s our only Saturday in Athens. We’ll be in bed before midnight.