Glyfada is a distant suburb of Athens along the Attika coast. With is beach, harbour, clubs and restaurants, it is like a small resort for the Athenians.
This is Glyfada Harbour. The yellow building at the back in the centre is Saints Constantine and Helen Church. It is an eminent landmark of Glyfada.
I spotted a bronze bust and went close to see who he was, as I do always.
It was rather surprising to find the South American hero of independence, Simon Bolivar.
It is a gift from the Venezuelan Government and the Greek-Venezuelan citizens, but there was no mention of the tie between Bolivar and Glyfada or Greece. I thought, "periergo".
Being a resort, Glyfada is full of restaurants and cafes. This is one of the streets lined by restaurants. Here Mr. Dimitrakis - long-standing good friend of Hubby's dad - has his restaurant. We wanted to say hello, but did not find him. We will be back for a meal after Easter, as it is basically a meat restaurant.
Although we had already lunched at home, Hubby started to craving for something saying the sea opened his appetite. I have to keep him away from the sea. 
There were a choice between leek pie and cheese pie; Hubby picked up the latter. The nice lady of the shop offered us an explanation about it. It was hand-made according to the politiki (Constantinopolitan) recipe and really was called XXXXXXX (Turkish word that escaped my ear), Neropita in Greek translation, Water Pie in English.
The photo came up rather dark and I had to retouch it with Photoshop.
It contained feta cheese and phyllo pastry, but there was another unknown layer in between. It tasted like over-cooked buttery lasagna pasta. It should be some kind of a filling made with flour, milk and butter. It cost him €2, but we discovered something new.
Although we had already lunched at home, Hubby started to craving for something saying the sea opened his appetite. I have to keep him away from the sea.
As we needed to go back to Piraeus to meet up with friends, he stopped at Karaköy Güllüoglu - Istanbul based baklava shop that has branches in Sytagma and in Glyfada - and asked for something savoury.
By the way, the pistachio baklavadakia of Güllüoglu are heavenly, although they are more expensive than usual baklavadakia from average stores in Athens.
There were a choice between leek pie and cheese pie; Hubby picked up the latter. The nice lady of the shop offered us an explanation about it. It was hand-made according to the politiki (Constantinopolitan) recipe and really was called XXXXXXX (Turkish word that escaped my ear), Neropita in Greek translation, Water Pie in English.
The photo came up rather dark and I had to retouch it with Photoshop.
It contained feta cheese and phyllo pastry, but there was another unknown layer in between. It tasted like over-cooked buttery lasagna pasta. It should be some kind of a filling made with flour, milk and butter. It cost him €2, but we discovered something new.
There was a cat in front of the shop.
The was food left by the shop lady, but the cat was more keen on attracting her attention than to eat it. While she was attending us, it was gazing at her patiently.
The was food left by the shop lady, but the cat was more keen on attracting her attention than to eat it. While she was attending us, it was gazing at her patiently.
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