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I went on a five-and-a-half-hour food tour of central Athens and need to process it all in the next day or so. In the meantime, please accept my favorite unrelated image from today's walk, in which my camera aperture met a bodiless kiosk vendor suspended in an aperture of his own, in the scrappy Omonia neighborhood. I have since returned to Omonia, and it has an undeniable energy not easily reproduced in this mostly laid-back metropolis.



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