About Marcy
I'm tackling a series of challenges, and I'm becoming less timid and squeamish in the process. I'm also writing my memoirs, one scene at a time. Come along for the ride. Read more.
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Tag Archives: Filopappos Hill
When the lights flicker on at the Parthenon
In the presence of the Parthenon, disappointment stabbed me. Finally in Athens, I climbed the hill to the Acropolis in the extreme heat of the afternoon. I passed through the ornate gate, and, lifting my eyes toward this majestic temple … Continue reading
Posted in Scene from a Memoir, Travel
Tagged Athens, Filopappos Hill, Greece, Parthenon, yeah write
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