We landed in Athens just as Greece was making international headlines for its financial debacle.
The Plaka area was filled with young, sun-glass clad Athenians sipping five-euro iced coffees--What, me worry? was all I could feel there. A group of placard-toting protesters in Omonia square seemed tired and ready to go home. I kept trying to find the Greek-ness in Greece. Athens sports a euro-genic facade, a blurring around the edges, a striving eastward that feels like the country's on the edge of its seat.
But the Greek salads, and the ceramics at the Archeology Museum were knockouts! Take a look: