Saturday, July 20, 2013


Yesterday evening mother and I took a taxi to Plaka and went to a concert of some of Hadjidakis's music at a cultural center.  The city choir was singing three different excerpts of three works: "Blood Wedding" by Lorca, "The Chalk Circle" by Brecht, and "Story without a name" by Campanelli.  Hadjidakis had set them to music and they were performed years ago.  The music and the singing were magical, magnificent.  By the end I had tears in my eyes.  Such emotionally charged songs.  I am so glad we went.  And mother enjoyed it very much too.  

Plaka is a challenge for her but we managed.  I want to go back when David comes and walk and sit at a taverna.  There are a lot of tourists but you can always find a secluded, narrow alley where you can sit in relative quiet.

After the concert we went to Cue Bistro where Katerina was djing.  Her friend Eleni was celebrating her birthday.  There were many people.  The music was loud.  We sat outside, on the sidewalk.  Drank, ate, and chatted with several friends whom I have met through her.  At about 11:30 the birthday cake was brought out.  Got home after 1 a.m.  Such late nights!

My rhythms are kinda screwed up.  Late mornings, late lunches, late nights.  I am trying to get used to it.  But I'm not sure if I can.

Tomorrow David arrives in the morning.  We'll see what happens, how it goes.  The weather has been good: not very hot, always a breeze.  

1 comment:

  1. Wish I were there to listen to Hadzidakis music.