Dreaming of Greece: Hermopoulis

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Greek worry beads
Hermopoulis is the main port city on Syros, a sleepy island in the Cyclades.  Today, when I should have been grading, I confess I took a detour and tinkered a bit with my Greek novel, sprucing it up.  And I spent some time dreaming over these photographs of Syros, taken by my friend, colleague and travelling companion, Shawn Madison Krahmer Heal.


A street in Hermapoulis

In gorgeous technicolor

Approaching Syros

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