9
If wandering around the city the night before had felt like we’d left New York a world away, following Eric through the winding streets around the base of the hill where the Acropolis itself stood seemed like we’d fallen into a different time.
In the little neighborhood built of uneven alleys and super old houses, where there were stairs set into the street so there was no way a car could follow you, it sort of felt like we’d stepped into a fairy tale.
A clowder of cats lay in a sunny patch between houses, not even bothering to look up as Eric stopped beside them, examining the sapphire blue door of the yellow house on our right and the blood red door of the pale blue house on our left.
“Hmm.” Eric tented his fingers under his chin.
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t tell me we’re lost,” Devo
