Wandering the streets of Thessaloniki

A new icy month has just begun and winter seems to have finally made an appearance. I have always avoided travelling during winter because of the freezing cold temperatures and by “freezing cold temperatures” I mean all the temperatures under 10 degrees Celsius. But during this period of cruel “abstention” I can’t help myself and I spent a lot of time planning my next trip, that will kick off as soon as the first flowers will bloom in Spring. Anyway, this is not a post about my next following trips. Today I would like to write a few words about a trip that had already happened. It’s been almost a year since I visited a country not so far away, that in my memory has always been connected with juicy mandarins, the freshness of late spring evenings, the nostalgia that floats in the air every time rembetika is been played in small cozy jazz clubs, the endless sea, the white houses situated on the edge of the bay with truly magnificent views of the harbor and last but not least the most friendly people in the whole world. As you no doubt have already guessed, it is Greece the country I’m referring to, with it’s two colors that can be seen everywhere you look around, white and blue, perfect combined to create dream-like landscapes.

My story began on a cold April morning, more precisely on an early Thursday morning, when I took a road trip to visit the sunny city of Thessaloniki. After 10 boring hours of driving through the lonely fields and windy mountain passes in Bulgaria, I finally entered the port gates of one of Europe’s oldest cities, with a history of over 2300 years, but at the same time a city so refreshing, so young and so lively. I arrived in Thessaloniki just when the sun went down, sinking into the blue waters of Aegean See and this was the perfect time of the evening for the Greek nightlife to fall into place. To get to my hotel I had to drive the whole way from the port to the White Tower, that was the tiny road that separated the waterfront from the multitude of bars and cafes that were all full to the brim with young students and tourist chattering and having a good time. Basically that was the first impression the city left me. At short notice it will charm you and seduce you into putting all your problems and worries aside and it will offer you plenty of reasons to enjoy life, to be thankful and to relax. That’s exactly the reason why soon after I checked into the hotel, where I had booked a room in advance, and I got rid of my luggage, I got anxiously on the bus and after 3 stops, there I was, in front of the White Tower so ready to explore this vibrant city.

Thessaloniki is the second-largest city in Greece and the capital of the region of Central Macedonia. This splendid city, founded around 315 BC by King Cassander of Macedonia who named it after his wife “Thessalonike”, a half-sister of Alexander the Great, is renowned for its festivals, events and vibrant cultural life in general. Thus it is considered to be Greece’s cultural capital. The city has always been known between Greeks for its vibrant city culture, including having the most cafes and bars per capita than any other city in Europe and as having some of the best nightlife and entertainment in the country thanks to its large young population and multicultural feel. The main reason why there are so many young people living and studying in this city is that Thessaloniki’s main university, Aristocle University, is the largest in Greece and in the Balkans. Therefore Thessaloniki’s waterfront is lined up with so many cafes and bars, ready anytime to welcome the young generation and thousands of tourists every month. But Thessaloniki is also renowned for its major shopping streets, Tsimiki Street and Proxenou Koromila avenue are the city’s most famous shopping streets and among Greece’s most expensive and exclusive high streets, lively laneways, archaeological sites (it is nearly impossible to walk anywhere in the city without running into an old agora, ancient wall or aged church), pedestrian streets and squares. And it took me only one evening to find out all this information and to see all this places. After all that wandering the streets of Thessaloniki, I finally went to bed and all I ever wanted in that moment was to wake up as quickly as possible and to start all over again hitting the bricks. Back then I had no idea what life would have in store for me the very next day. The things that followed drove me to despait.

On Friday morning, after I had breakfast at the hotel and then I enjoyed a delicious coffee at one of the cafe-bars lined up on the city’s waterfront (this is a “must do” activity in Thessaloniki), I decided to go for another walk and also do some shopping. Suddenly, around noon, I realised that my wallet was missing from my bag. I thought I would loose my mind. Inside the wallet I had all my documents, the credit card with all my money on it, the electronic hotel key card and car documents. That was the only moment in my life I felt my whole world is falling apart, you have to take my word for that. I just didn’t know what to do next. Total mental breakdown moment. 5 minutes later, when I finally came to my senses, I stormed into each and every store I had been before my wallet went missing, desperately asking if anyone had seen it. But it was in vain, nobody had seen that damn wallet. It was time for me to go to the police station and declared it stolen (not lost but stolen because I was convinced that somebody had stolen it from me). When I arrived at the police station, the door was blocked by other women, which were Russian tourists, and had the same problem. Nothing else was missing from their bags, but their wallets.

“Romanian and Bulgarian women have “made a living” in this city from stealing tourists’ wallets” enlightened us the officer from the Fraud Department in a perfect fluent English. “Dozens of women came here every day complaining about the same problem: their wallets went missing. But there is nothing I can do for them, unfortunately. We do find some of the stolen wallets though, often next to the city’s dumpsters, with all the documents inside but no money. Shit happens.”

Well, what else could I say? Nobody told me or warned me about that in advance. And now what? The only thing I could do about it was to hope, hope and hope and to pray to God that the thief, who took my wallet, would pity me and would abandon the wallet somewhere in the city, the sooner, the better because I had only 3 more days to spend in Thessaloniki. Pretty please!

Next stop was the Romanian Embassy where I had to go quickly to declare the theft and also to get some travel documents that I needed to go back home in Romania. Boring yet necessary proceedings. The thing is the Embassy was located very far away from the city center and to get here, you had to take a bus and after 30 minutes or one hour you will finally arrive at a suburb, named “Panorama”. So I called it into plan. I got in the bus and two hours later (because of the traffic jam) there it was: the beautiful Panorama, literally speaking. First of all, Panorama is an affluent suburb, located at the foot of Mount Chortiatis. In Panorama there are some of the most expensive and luxurious properties in northern Greece. Back to reality, after I got off the bus, the Embassy was nowhere to be found. I had to look for it wandering the streets of Panorama for another 60 minutes but I had no problem with that because the view was breathtaking. From up there you could see the whole city of Thessaloniki, the splendid turquoise Aegean See and offshore far, far away countless beautiful and shinny boats sailing across the endless sea. Such a spectacular landscape. I was speechless and I completely forgot about my big,big problem. As I was looking for the Romanian Embassy, I could clearly see why Panorama was considered to be one of the most affluent suburbs in Greece. Well, there were those big, fancy mansions with trim gardens and large outdoor pools, brand new expensive cars and huge garages. Just beautiful. I wouldn’t say no if I were to live here. At that moment a thought came alive. Would I still have had the chance or opportunity to see all this beauty or to visit this part of the city, if my wallet hadn’t been stolen? Probably not. So there’s something good in everything. Easy to say this now, 10 months later after I got robbed. Moving on, I finally found the Embassy and after I did what I had to do there, I came back in the city center of Thessaloniki. It was already dark outside and I was extremely tired. I definitely could use a hot bath and a good sleep. But not yet, appearently.

Hundreds of people had gathered around Aristotelous Square, Thessaloniki’s most central point and one of the city’s most recognizable areas. There were also many firemen, the police, the ambulance, the televisions and on the sidewalk a huge water bed was waiting for something to happen. Egregious piece of folly! Welcome to the beautiful city of Thessaloniki! And enjoy! What was actually happening? I horned in the crowd and after a question or two, I found out the reason for this madness. Two hours earlier a distinguished lady informed the audience that she will jump from the second floor of Electra Palace Hotel (one of the best five-stars hotels in Thessaloniki). She never did. How crazy this women was? That day had finally came to an end and what a day it had been! yuhuuu!

The next day I came into possession of some money due to my lovely and sympathetic parents and also due to Western Union monetary transfer and I decided that I should continue my adventures in this city, despite my wallet issue and despite the fact I was feeling so guilty because I hadn’t been careful enough with my own belongings. The Romanian Ambassador, I had visited the other day, advised me to take things as they come and make the best of them and to enjoy the last days of my holiday while I was still there and so I did.

Sunday was unbelievable hectic starting with a church service I attended early in the morning. It might seem slightly odd because I rarely go to church but this time I just felt like going. I chose to go to the Metropolitan Church of Saint Gregory Palamas and I even received the blessing from the Patriarch himself. God bless! After that I went at one of the beautiful cafes near the waterfront to drink a coffee. Outside it was such a beautiful shinny day with temperatures rising above 20 degrees Celsius. While I was drinking my tasty cappuccino, I noticed that the street separating the waterfront from the cafes, bars and restaurants had been closed. 5 minutes later I found out why. The International Marathon “Alexander the Great” seemed to be the reason. The race began at the birth place of Alexander the Great in Pella and finished in what was the last capital of Ancient Macedonia, Thessaloniki (30km). Peter Biwott from Kenya (2:13:12) and Sisay Meoso from Ethiopia (2:40:41) took top honors at this 6th “Alexander the Great” marathon. The finish line was located near the White Tower and I immediately felt like I wanted to see what’s inside it.

The 27 meter tall tower, located on the waterfront of the city represents a symbol of Greece sovereignty over Macedonia and has a quite interesting story. Around the 12th century, the Ottomans replaced an old Byzantine fortification with this tower in order to fortify the city’s harbour. It then became a notorious prison and scene of mass executions during the period of Ottoman rule. The tower was for centuries part of the walls of the old city of Thessaloniki and separated the Jewish quarter from the cemeteries of the Muslims and Jews. The city walls were demolished in 1866. When Thessaloniki was annexed from the Ottoman Empire to the Greek State in 1912 during the First Balkan War, The tower was whitewashed as a symbolic gesture of cleaning and acquired its present name. Now, the Tower is a buff color and houses a museum dedicated to the history of Thessaloniki and is one of the city’s leading tourist attraction.

Soon after I visited the White Tower, I headed out for the beach and thus I had to leave the city behind and drive 20km but because the wind was blowing hard, I came back and decided it was time for me to pay a visit to “Ano Poli”. Ano Poli, also called “Old Town”, is a district north of Thessaloniki’s city center and consists of Thessaloniki’s most traditional part of the city, still featuring small stone paved streets, old squares and homes featuring old Greek and Ottoman architecture. It is the highest point in Thessaloniki and as such, is the location of the city’s acropolis, it’s Byzantine fort, the Heptapyrgion and the city’s remaining walls. On clear days, Mount Olympus, at about 100km away across the gulf, can also be seen towering the horizon. There can also be found Thessaloniki’s archaeological sites. The large two-terraced roman forum featuring two-storey stoas boats two Roman baths, one of which has been excavated while the other is buried underneath the city. The Arch of Galerius, known colloquially as the Kamara and Rotonda are other archaeological sites that can be seen there. Rotonda, also called the Imperial Palace Complexion, is believed to have been an imperial throne room. The day ended with a pirate boat trip offshore. In fact, this was the last significant thing I did in Thessaloniki because the very next day I had to take the not-so-long way home.

Well, things happened exactly as I told you. To conclude I will say I spent 4 crazy days in a beautiful city with both a daylife and a nightlife absolutely hectic and it was all wort it.

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Ne aflam la inceputul lunii februarie iar adevarata iarna a inceput sa-si arate abia acum coltii. De cand ma stiu am evitat sa calatoresc in aceasta perioada a anului deoarece urasc temperaturile scazute si cand spun “temperaturi scazute” ma refer la toate cele care nu depasesc 10 grade Celsius. In toata aceasta perioada de amara “abstinenta” nu pot sa ma abtin, insa, de la planificarea virtuala sau reala a calatoriilor care vor urma indata ce soarele plapand de martie isi va face aparitia. Dar nu despre viitoarele mele calatorii as dori sa va povestesc in acest articol, ci despre una care a avut loc acum aproape un an, intr-o tara nu chiar atat de indepartata si pe care intotdeauna in amintirile mele am asociat-o cu mirosul de mandarine, prospetimea serilor tarzii de primavara, nostalgia care pluteste in aer ori de cate ori din cluburile de jazz rasuna melodios rembetika, mare intinsa la nesfarsit pretutindeni privesti, casele de un alb imaculat asezate asemenea unor cuburi pe coastele colinelor ce strajuiesc porturile si oamenii, cei mai ospitalieri oameni pe care vei ajunge vreodata sa-i cunosti. Cum probabil ati ghicit deja, Grecia este tara la care faceam referire mai sus, tara in care predomina doar doua culori care se combina si se completeaza perfect pentru a da nastere unor peisaje feerice.

Povestea incepe in ajunul zilei de 3 aprilie, intr-o dimineata racoroasa, inca, de joi cand am pornit la drum spre insoritul Salonic. Dupa 10 ore destul de plictisitoare de mers cu masina (drumul anevoios prin Bulgaria nu-ti ofera prea multe minunatii vizuale), am ajuns, in cele din urma, la portile unuia dintre cele mai vechi orase din Europa, cu o istorie care se intinde pe mai bine de 2300 de ani, dar totodata atat de proaspat, de reconfortant si plin de voie buna. Am intrat in Salonic in momentul in care soarele de un rosu vibrant se hotarase sa ia o pauza bine meritata si sa se faca nevazut dincolo de apele infinite ale Marii Egee, aceasta fiind parca ocazia perfecta pentru ca energica viata de noapte sa prinda contur. De la intrarea in oras si pana la hotelul unde eram cazata trebuia sa strabat intregul tarm din port pana la Turnul Alb, prilej perfect pentru a observa multitudinea de baruri, cafenele si restaurante situate de-a lungul tarmului. Toate aceste localuri erau pline pana la refuz de tineri si nu numai, pusi pe sporovaiala si distractie. In principiu, aceasta este prima impresie pe care Salonic-ul o lasa oricarui turist: dulcea frenezie a tineretii si te indeamna totodata sa lasi deoparte toate grijile, sa te relaxezi si sa intri vesel in tumultul vibrant al vietii culturale grecesti. Astfel, dupa ce m-am cazat la hotelul ales cu cateva saptamani inainte si situat la 3 statii de autobuz departare de centru, am lasat pe data bagajele aruncate la intamplare prin camera si m-am indreptat cu viteza luminii spre zona din imediata vecinatate a Turnului Alb pentru a incepe exploatarea acestui minunat oras.

Salonic-ul este al doilea oras ca marime din Grecia si capitala regiunii grecesti Macedonia. Superbul oras-port, care a fost fondat in jurul anului 315 I.H. de catre regele Cassander si numit astfel dupa numele sotiei sale “Thessanolike”, una dintre surorile lui Alexandru cel Mare, a devenit faimos in ultimii ani datorita festivalurilor, evenimentelor si a vietii culturale energice in general, pe care le “adaposteste”, fiind astfel considerat capitala culturala a Greciei. Iar daca tot am mentionat despre viata culturala, mai trebuie adaugat aici si faptul ca Salonic-ul detine cele mai multe cafenele si baruri pe cap de locuitor in comparatie cu oricare alt oras din Europa iar la capitolele viata de noapte si distractie este de neegalat si asta se datoreaza in mare parte multitudinii de tineri care aleg sa studieza aici si atmosferei multiculturale. Apropo de tinerii studenti, foarte multi greci din toate colturile tarii se hotarasc dupa terminarea liceului sa-si continue studiile in nord, Salonic-ul fiind oras universitar iar Universitatea Aristocle este cea mai mare si prestigioasa universitate din Grecia si Balcani. Poate ca din acest motiv tarmul orasului este intesat de cafenele si baruri care niciodata nu duc lipsa de clienti. Pe langa toate acestea, Salonic-ul este un oras foarte frecventat si datorita bulevardelor lungi, pline de o parte si de alta de magazinele brandurilor de lux sau de masa (Tsimiki si Proxenou Koromila sunt printre cele mai exclusiviste si scumpe magazine din Grecia), a stradutelor pline de viata si istorie, a siturilor arheologice (e aproape imposibil sa mergi oriunde in acest oras fara sa dai peste vechi agore si biserici sau parti din stravechiul zid al orasului), strazilor pietonale si pietelor infloritoare. Si toate acestea le-am vazut si descoperit chiar din prima zi sau mai bine zis seara petrecuta in acest oras nebun. Am mers la culcare in acea seara cu o dorinta devastatoare de a ma trezi cat mai devreme si a pleca sa descopar alte enigme si minunatii, dar fara a avea nici cea mai mica idee despre ceea ce urma sa se intample a doua zi, intamplari care aveau sa ma treaca prin toate starile posibile.

Vineri dimineata, dupa micul dejun si dupa cafeaua delicioasa pe care am savurat-o pe malul marii (nici nu se putea altfel) am pornit din nou sa cutreier strazile Salonic-ului, dar mai ales magazinele. La un moment dat, in jurul pranzului, am remarcat cu stupoare ca imi disparuse portofelul din geanta. Pe moment am crezut ca imi voi pierde mintile. In interiorul lui aveam toate actele, cardul (pe care erau toti banii), cheia de la hotel si actele masinii. Pot spune cu mana pe inima ca acela a fost singurul moment din viata mea cand am vazut negru in fata ochilor, am paralizat pur si simplu, nestiind ce voi urma ce fac. In cele din urma, mi-am venit in fire si am luat toate magazinele in care fusesem din nou la rand, intreband disperata in stanga si-n dreapta de portofel dar nimic, nimeni nu-l vazuse. Urmatorul pas a fost sa merg la politie si sa-l declar furat pentru ca eram aproape sigura ca nu-l pierdusem, ci imi fusese furat, mai degraba subtilizat. Cand am ajuns la politie, in fata mea erau alte turiste, carora, la fel ca si mie, nu le lipsea nimic altceva din geanta, in afara de portofel.

“Romancele si bulgaroaicele fura pe capete in orasul asta” a fost raspunsul comisarului care se ocupa de furturi si care vorbea o engleza perfecta. “In fiecare zi vin aici zeci de femei care se plang ca le-a disparut portofelul din geanta. Pe unele le gasim aruncate pe langa cosurile de gunoi cu toate documentele neatinse dar banii lipsa, pe altele nu. Se fura in draci pe aici.” Ei bine, despre asta nu-mi spusese nimeni inainte. Singurul lucru care imi mai ramanea de facut in astfel de conditii era sa sper (din tot sufletul) ca cel care imi furase portofelul va avea “bunul simt” sa-l abandoneze pe undeva si asta cat mai repede caci in 3 zile urma sa ma intorc in tara.

De la politie am plecat spre Consulatul Romaniei pentru am fi eliberate titlurile de calatorie si pentru a declara si acolo furtul. Formalitati. Numai ca, pentru a ajunge la Consulat, trebuia sa traversez tot orasul, ajungand in cele din urma intr-o zona numita “Panorama”, de care nu auzisem niciodata. Ce altceva puteam face decat sa ma pun in miscare. Cu cat mai repede, cu atat mai bine. Am luat astfel un autobuz si am mers parca la nesfarsit. Panorama este, de fapt, o suburbie prospera a Salonicului care se afla la poalele muntelui Chostiatis. De pe malul marii, iata-ma, deci, direct spre munte. Aceasta zona adaposteste unele dintre cele mai scumpe si luxoase proprietati din nordul Greciei. Dupa ce am coborat din autobuz, a trebuit sa mai cutreier inca vreo ora stradutele intortocheate din Panorama deorece Consulatul era ascuns bine. Pretutindeni in jur puteai vedea cele mai excentrice si luxoase case, gradini, piscine, masini si garaje din toata Grecia. Peisajul era de-a dreptul hipnotizant daca mai punem la socoteala si faptul ca din acea zona inalta se vedea tot orasul Salonic iar in zare intreaga mare de un albastru turcoaz rapitor. Oare as mai fi vazut zona aceasta, rupta parca din rai, daca nu mi s-ar fi intamplat “nenorocirea”? Probabil ca nu. Asta e dovada vie a faptului ca mereu, in orice circumstante, exista si partea plina a paharului. Usor de zis asta acum, dupa aproape 10 luni de la intamplarea cu pricina. Dupa ce am rezolvat chestiunile care erau de rezolvat la Consulat, se facuse deja seara.

Cand am revenit in centrul Salonic-ului, sleita de puteri si cu nervii la pamant, in piata Aristotel se stransesera sute de oameni, televiziunile, politia, salvarea iar pe trotuar se afla o enorma perna de salvare. Carui motiv se datora toata nebunia aceea de nedescris? M-am infiltrat si eu imediat printre cei care asistau la acel eveniment si dupa o intrebare bine plasata, am aflat: cu 2 ore inainte, o doamna distinsa amenintase ca se va arunca de la etajul 2 al celebrului hotel de 5 stele Electra Palace. Bineinteles ca nu a facut-o. Ce nebunie! Ziua s-a incheiat in cele din urma si vreau sa va spun de pe acum ca nu am mai gasit niciodata portofelul ala blestemat.

A doua zi, sambata, am rezolvat rapid problema banilor, gratie parintilor mei infinit de inimosi si celor de la Western Union si am continuat aventura cu un zambet amar pe buze, chiar daca, in cele din urma, m-am decis sa urmez sfaturile doamnei Consul si sa profit de acel oras daca tot ma aflam acolo.

Duminica a fost cu adevarat o zi plina si mult mai frumoasa decat zilele precedente. Soarele zambea sus pe cer, temperaturile urcasera pana la 20 grade Celsius si se anunta o zi perfecta, pe care am inceput-o mergand la slujba de duminica. Pare ciudat avand in vedere ca eu nu merg la biserica dar de data aceasta m-am decis sa fac o exceptie. Am mers la biserica Sfantul Gregory Palamas si chiar am primit binecuvantarea patriarhului. Doamne ajuta! Dupa, am mers sa-mi beau cafeaua pe malul marii ca in fiecare dimineata negresit. Cand, ce sa vad? Straduta dintre mare si cafenele era inchisa circulatiei. Motivul? Maratonul International “Alexandru cel Mare” de la Pella la Salonic (30km). Curand dupa ce mi-am comandat “binemeritata” cafea au inceput sa apara castigatorii: Peter Biwott din Kenya (2:13:12) si Sisay Measo din Etiopia (2:40:41). Maratonul incepea din Pella, mai precis de langa statuia lui Alexandru cel Mare, si se sfarsea in Salonic langa Turnul Alb, turn pe care l-am vizitat imediat dupa.

Turnul de 27 de metri inaltime, situat in imediata vecinatate a tarmului simbolizeaza suveranitatea Greciei fata de Macedonia si are o poveste foarte interesanta. In secolul 12, otomanii au construit acest turn pe locul unei vechi fortificatii bizantine pentru a consolida paza portului. Curand dupa, turnul a fost transformat in inchisoare si loc de executie in timpul dominatiei otomane. De-a lungul secolelor, turnul a facut parte din zidurile de protectie ale orasului, ziduri care au fost demolate abia in 1866, si a despartit cartierul evreiesc de cimitirele musulmane si evreiesti. In 1912, pe fundalul Primului Razboi Balcanic, cand orasul Salonic a scapat de sub dominatia Imperiului Otoman, fiind anexat Greciei, turnul a fost vopsit in alb pentru a simboliza puritatea unui nou inceput si tot atunci si-a capatat numele actual. In zilele noastre, culoarea s-a deteriorat iar turnul a fost trasformat in muzeu de istorie si a devenit atractia preferata a turistilor.

Dupa vizitarea turnului, am hotarat sa ma indrept spre cea mai apropiata plaja, situata cam la 20km de oras, insa vantul era mult prea puternic in acea zona si m-am hotarat sa revin in oras si sa descopar partea veche a orasului Salonic. “Ano Poli” este un cartier situat la nord de centrul orasului, unde inca mai pot fi vazute reminescente ale unor vremuri de mult apuse: stradute pavate cu piatra cubica, vechi piete si case construite dupa modelul arhitecturii vechi grecesti si otomane. Acesta fiind cel mai inalt punct al orasului, am dat usor peste fortareata Salonic-ului, cu fortul bizantin, numita “Heptapyrgion” si ramasitele zidului orasului. De aici, in zilele cu cer senin, Muntele Olimp poate fi vazut la 100km departare de golf dominand orizontul. Tot in aceasta zona se gasesc siturile arheologice. Forumul Roman construit pe doua etaje, din care au supravietuit pana azi doua bai romane (din care una a fost dezgropata, cea de-a doua aflandu-se inca ingropata sub oras) si teatrul roman care fusese candva scena luptelor cu gladiatori, Arcul lui Galerius sau Kamara si Rotonda, palatul imperial roman despre care se crede ca adapostea tronul imparatului Galerius. Ei bine, ziua s-a incheiat cu o plimbare in larg la bordul unei nave de pirati. Dar nu numai ziua s-a incheiat astfel, ci si intreaga calatorie caci a doua zi dimineata, dupa servirea “obligatorie” a unei cafele fierbinti in bataia racoroasa si placuta a brizei, am plecat spre Bucuresti.

Au fost 4 zile si 4 nopti pline intr-un oras superb dar absolut nebun, cu o viata de dimineata si noapte de-a dreptul haotica dar care au meritat din plin traite, in ciuda nefericitului incident. Salonic este, fara doar si poate, un oras care freamata de viata iar inainte de a-l vizita trebuie mai intai sa te incarci cu o doza considerabila de energie.

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Photos by George: 1,6,7,9,12,18,20,21

The other photos: by me

7 Responses to Wandering the streets of Thessaloniki
  1. NAF

    da… un oras extraordinar de frumos, iar modul in care l-ai prezentat ma face sa imi doresc sa il revad. cat despre peripetia pe care ai trait-o (cred ca nu singura) parerea mea este ca astfel de intamplari, bineinteles sfarsite cu happy-end, te fac sa iti amintesti niste locuri frumoase de pe acest pamant cu o foarte mare placere si bucurie.

  2. mirela

    Ce experienta aventuroasa ai avut in Salonic! Cand am fost eu, era sfarsit de iulie si multa liniste, deoarece grecii erau in vacanta. Imi doresc sa revad orasul, pentru ca nu am apucat sa-l vizitez pe indelete si mai ales ca acum am aflat lucruri noi 🙂

  3. Raluca

    Panorama este zona despre care nu aflii din nici un ghid turistic si pe care, tocmai din acest motiv, multi turisti o rateaza. Sper doar ca ai grija de portofel si sa ajungi acolo din pura curiozitate turistica. 😉

  4. m

    Nice as always!Cum se face ca toti ati vizitat acest oras?

  5. mirela

    In drum spre plajele grecesti, inevitabil…Apoi, descoperi ca mai bine ar fi fost daca era Salonicul destinatia principala de vacanta!

  6. Magdalena Pullman

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  7. Tonja Smelcer

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