We had an Achilleas breakfast and then walked to the National Archeological Museum. This is one of those museums that you could spend days at and still not see everything. We spent half of a day there. The museum’s collection simply surpassed our stamina. Some of the outstanding items we saw there included gold death masks from the Mycenaean excavation. Walked back to the hotel and rested before heading back to (where else?) the Plaka for another fine meal. We settled on an early dinner due to the need to get to bed early because of our early flight the next morning. Early, in this case, meant six rather than our usual eight pm—proof that we’d fallen right into a European rhythm. I had wanted to eat at Platonos since both my on-line resource and my Frommer’s guide had recommended it, but we discovered that they didn’t open until seven, so we went back to Xani. It wasn’t quite as happy the second time. We ate in the very back room of the restaurant because all of the sidewalk tables and tables in the front room where the musicians sit were taken. The restaurant was overflowing with an American tour group—retired Midwesterners. I had chicken souvlaki that was mediocre; it was dry and didn’t have a lot of flavor. It was a utilitarian meal that had more to do with filling the stomach than enjoying the experience. After our meal, we went back to the Achilleas for a final night with the stone tablets otherwise known as beds.
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