Hello – Welcome to WDEOD, a site full of Doris’ photographs!
Its purpose is to share the shots she took in her 50+ years of travel. I’m trying to do a post a film – so one tour may have many posts.
To see what I’ve put up so far, use the menu (three lines up there ↑ if you are on a phone or tablet) to go to a place or a year.
Doris visited Greece a number of times – see the index here.
Doris would give illustrated talks (the butt of many a 1970s sitcom) and I assume the journal she wrote (and I have transcribed below) was that talk.
So lights down, and here we go …
[Page 113 continued]
The town of roads is a jewel of medieval architecture. From ancient times, it’s natural harbour has provided shelter from the fierce storms which can flare up in the Mediterranean. The Greeks erected a lighthouse in the form of Apollo and legend says this colossi stood astride the harbour to direct the ships. Unfortunately its duration was not long and this wonder of the world [no writing here].
The old city is confined within thick granite walls, and when we entered through the main gateway, it seemed that the centuries had fallen away.
Lovely stone buildings, with gothic windows and gracious stairways, garlanded with purple bougainvillea, and shady green courtyards when encountered as we strolled along.
The most interesting thoroughfare was…
The Streets Of Knights, where the Inns of the Knights of saint John’s were situated. The Frankish Inn had very beautiful windows and large gargoyle, and like most of the buildings in the street, appeared to be unchanged from the day of its erection. The small 12th century church had several coats of arms engraved on its exterior, and these included Richard Coeur de Lion.
Gazing through the arches of the Provence Inn, I was surprised to see lines of colourful washing, which showed, this at least was occupied.
Passing under a gothic arch, we found the street had taken a sharp incline, and at the top of this we came to the Grand Masters Palace. This did in fact dominate the whole scene. The crenellated towers held a commanding view of sea and land but eventually the Knights Templar is were forced to leave the stronghold and retreat to another island sanctuary, Malta go to any document
One of the finest of the Templars’ buildings now homes the museum of Greek and Greco Roman sculptures. Gothic arches enclose the ground floor courtyard, and adorn the upper floor gallery.
Wandering past the medieval palaces we came to the Turkish part of the town. Here, houses bore the harem windows which protrude over the streets. A charming fountain…
… supported by three wrought iron sea horses stood in the middle of one road.
After lunch we visited other parts of the island. A few miles away from our hotel was a new holiday resort, with smaller attractive bungalows right on the sea. Very nice for those, whose first thought is to sunbathe, but much too far away from the places of interest to suit me.
Our coach had great difficulty in climbing one of the hills. Indeed it rocked backwards and forwards in an endeavour to turn one of the hairpin bends and after 10 minutes of this we all became a little alarmed and alighted. The smell of burnt rubber was not very encouraging. On the summit of the hill, we visited Kamiros, a city dating from [???] BC. I was disappointed to find that the tall columns I had seen portrayed in pictures of this town had now fallen, even more disappointed to find these were faked concrete pillars. There were few remained standing more than a foot above ground, but one could see remains of houses, streets and shops.
On mount Suith we saw a small corner of an ancient temple to Apollo.
The villages we passed through consisted of small dwelling places and shops, many painted a bright blue. It is…
… believed that this colour wards off the evil eye and at the same time discourages flies. Peasants sat outside their doors and chatted. Life seemed quiet and peaceful.
A lemon grove attracted our attention. I had never seen such enormous fruit. The owners saw us admiring and photographing and presented some of the lemons to us. They made a delicious drink at a later time.
The next day, we left roads and once again we went flying over the blue seas and golden islands of the Mediterranean.
Athens. Who has not thrilled to hear its name, let alone to stand on its soil. The bus took us from the airfield, along the coast to Peraeus, where we saw a little of this great post, then turning land words we sped through a modern thoroughfare. Just when I had given up hopes of seeing any of the antiquities before arriving at a hotel, eyesore on my right, that all gracious columns of the temple of Jupiter and immediately afterwards on the left, saw the great golden cliff bearing the Acropolis. Just a brief look, before we were born on, past the green park and square of constitution square.
Then our coach turned left and took us along the road where the university buildings were situated. Near Onion Square it stopped and we found that a hotel was in a central position just off the busy main road.
[the journal stops here – here are some pictures from the rest of the Rhodes film. Some appear in other posts]