I’ve been walking through the old town and looking around. So far all I’ve seen are the main ‘streets’ – the old Agora (‘market street’ to all you non-greeks) and some of the bigger side streets with shops.
I’ll soon start exploring all the old streets I explored when I was a kid, during the imposed siesta time. My brother and I would sneak out and explore. I know the streets of the old town like the back of my hand… Oops. When did I get that scratch?
Whenever anyone new would visit I’d meet them at the ferry and walk them to my grandmother’s house. Approximately a 6 minute walk. I’d take them up one narrow cobblestone street, down another, doubling back and winding around till I wore them out. I knew they’d never find their way out again…( insert evil laugh).
We moved back to Greece in 1970, ostensibly cause I got bad asthma living in the Riverina area of NSW (aka the marijuana growing region to everyone who’s watched Underbelly). The doctor said I was allergic to fruit bearing trees and grass. Years later I began to wonder what ‘grass’ he meant.
Whatever, the result was that dad packed us up to move back to Greece and its dry climate. Mom always said that after God created the world he had a pocketful of rocks left over so he tossed them in Greece. Its a rocky land but much greener than you’d think, or than I remember it.
But back to wondering the streets. I’ve been unlucky so far in locating a tip of any sort where I can rummage and find old bits and pieces, but I have located one antique shop which happened to be open when I walked past yesterday.
Inside I found tons of stuff I’d love to take home with me… apparently they do post things all over the world… in case you’re wondering.
These old corner roof tiles are gorgeous. Mom has some dad collected years ago, only dad did what most people did back then – he painted them terracota so they look new. I wonder if I can sandblast the paint off them…
I had no idea what these were so I had to ask – they are the stamp/moulds bakers use when baking ‘arto’ for the church. Arto is a blessed bread handed out at services and it always has a pretty pattern on top. Now I know how they get it!
They had antique coffee grinders… the square more regular looking types and the tall brass ones which look like pepper mills.
I wonder if Wayne would like one of the brass coffee grinders for his morning coffee?
|Brass coffee grinders sitting in a dough kneading bowl.|
No greek antique shop would be complete without part of an old fishing boat or ceramic urns.
A lot of people put a round slab of marble on top of these and make them into tables. My uncle has one on the verandah outside the big room. I’ll be doing a tour of Souvlia soon – that’s the country house on Paros.
Then I found something for Wayne – these old metal curry combs! Aren’t they cool? They look more like instruments of torture though. When I asked the shop owner what they were she said they were horse brushes….
“But wait” she said, “that’s not a brush. THIS is a brush!” and she held up this:
That has got to be the biggest slicker brush I’ve ever seen in my life!
So, reckon I should get this for Wayne? I could hang it on the wall and hang my necklaces from it! I mean, how unusual is that?!
Hey, he got me a nail gun which he uses, why can’t I buy something for me to use? huh?
|Antique greek chests.|
This old coat rack reminds me of some relatives house… not sure who’s but I know I’ve seen them before. Wickedly big hooks huh?
I collect scales. I don’t have one of these though…
What about this old dough kneading trough? I can surely use one of these in my house!
My passion of course, is old metal things with rust and patina. Like this old thing from over a heavy iron door.
And more iron – bedheads and grates.
I had no idea what this was either, but its from an old mill – the timber has bits of rock in it which have been worn down. It was used to grind wheat. I guess its an old ‘grindstone’!
Beautiful isn’t it?
The little wooden pouch is what herbs were kept in.
Now these things I’ve fallen in love with. I don’t ever remember seeing them before, at least not in this shape. They’re little icon cubbies – you put an icon and a candle in them in your home.
I want one. Or both.
This I do remember. Mom had one somewhere. Of course it was painted (thanks dad) with anti-rust black. Its an old iron. Unlike the old irons I’ve seen in Australia which are solid iron and were placed on top of hot coats, these irons opened up and you would put hot coals inside them.
I wonder if mom still has hers…
|An old press. Not sure what it would have been used for originally.|
|Antique chips anyone?|
I love these wooden spoons. They’re actual spoons made of wood, not wooden spoons. If that makes sense. They’re not for cooking but for eating.
|Some cute three-legged stools.|
|These were used when spinning yarn. Don’t ask me how. I just photograph the stuff! Notice the wacky coat rack on the right? I didn’t. Or what looks like some kind of insulator bottom right. Man. Good thing I take photos!|
I wonder how much stuff I can fit in my suitcase?
The antique shop I took these photos in is called Kamara and you can contact them on firstname.lastname@example.org
But you can’t buy the little icon thingies! Those are MINE!