Only one and perfect …

Only one and perfect


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The temple of Hephaestus

“Marble, I perceive, covers a multitude of sins.” ― Aldous Huxley

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With its Doric columns and ancient glory streaming out of the marble, the temple stands a symbol for the God of metal working and craftsmanship- Hephaestus. From all the archaeological sites in Athens that I’ve seen, this is the most well- preserved temple, considering the destruction of Ancient Athens through the centuries.

It’s in the area of Theseion/ there is a belief that the bones of the Greek hero Theseus were buried there/, in the heart of the Athenian Agora, with a view to Acropolis. Pomegranates, myrtle and laurel trees, surrounding the temple, make your visit there equal to a promenade in an enchanting garden.

According to Wikipedia and the book I purchased at the entrance of the temple, ” in the 700 AD, the temple was turned into a Christian church, dedicated to Saint George. For the first time, the temple is mentioned as an official Christian temple in 1690 and until 1834, it was the church of “St. George Akamates”. One of the explanations about the name Akamates, which I personally like best, states that it probably derives from the name of the son of Theseus and Feadra, Akamantas. The last Holy Mass that took place in the temple was in 1833, during the celebrations for the arrival of Otto in Greece.”

Today, the temple is only a reminder that Athens has a very deep history and that modern Athenians know how to carry the importance of that history through modern days. To me, a visit to Theseion and the temple of Hephaestus, it’s a day well spent and cherished, without limitations upon the muses, where inspiration can go no further!

* Note- about the second image, Hephaestus skies, the building top it’s not symmetrically laid into the sky simply because I had the sun in my eyes and I couldn’t really see what I was photographing exactly!

The temple of Hephaestus

Hephaestus skies

Doric columns

Hephaestus and myrtle


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Vivaldi’s wrathful violins

Be the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.  ~Lord Byron

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It’s that time again,
just before the streets and
the souls of walking people adopt
the crepuscular cover of the night
and the mass of watery atoms in the air,
engaged in a savage samba
with the ray- less sky
applauds the winds that
grow adventurous, almost chivalrous.
Leaves are spent under rain drops
and anxious whispers, and hope somehow
rises weary and little by little leaves.
I am left with bloodthirsty icons
of the four season
and in each of them, the sun bows
to Vivaldi’s wrathful violins.
© 2013  Broken Sparkles