Greece in photographs

From the rim of Santorini’s caldera to the sailing boats off Artemida, our photographs show the islands, Meteora’s rocks and our travels across the Peloponnese and through the streets of Athens. Between temples and monasteries, cats, coffee, shop windows and curious vehicles catch our eye too. A journey in broad views and small discoveries.

White houses run along a dark cliff above blue sea.
Santorini — the view across the caldera is what makes this island unique for us. Along the clifftop path from Imerovigli to Fira, it stays with us almost every step of the way.
A blue church dome and white bell gable stand before the sea and the caldera islands.
The Three Bells of Fira, in Firostefani — Oia does not have a monopoly on blue domes. From the square above this Catholic church, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, almost the entire caldera becomes its backdrop.
Bookshelves reach almost to the ceiling in a small, bright shop.
Atlantis Books in Firostefani — a holiday idea over wine became a bookshop. Oliver and Craig hatched the plan in 2002; in 2004, they opened in Oia with friends. The books have since moved to Firostefani. Somewhere that can actually tear our eyes away from the sea.
A pale female statue stands beside a table on a terrace overlooking the sea.
Along the caldera path — even the statue has been given a seat with a view.
White and ochre houses cluster tightly on Oia’s hillside beneath a blue sky.
Oia — near the windmills at the western end of the village, above Ammoudi Bay, things grow quieter but no less picturesque. Roofs become terraces; steps disappear between houses.
Blue church domes and white roofs in Oia above the caldera.
Oia — the famous blue domes. After the solitary dome near Fira, here is the picture that finds you long before you travel.
Colourful ceramic bowls and small vessels fill the steps of a narrow white staircase.
Oia — every step is already taken. Small details like this keep catching our eye: colourful doors, carefully arranged displays and bowls that turn a passageway into a shop.
A white windmill with a dark roof rises among Oia’s houses.
Oia — among all the blocks and curves, the windmill stretches its slender spokes into the sky.
Cacti in terracotta pots stand on a white terrace above the sea.
Oia — even the cacti have front-row seats. For a moment, the little terrace brings us back from panorama to detail.
Boats lie beside waterfront tavernas, with white houses and red cliffs rising above.
Ammoudi — below Oia, the fish restaurants’ tables reach right to the water. From down here, the houses on the caldera rim look higher still.
Several saddled donkeys walk along a paved path on a dry hillside.
The path to Ammoudi — many steps separate harbour and town. The donkeys are part of the picture on this steep route.
A mural shows a woman’s eyes beneath a shading hand, with a church tower and dome rising behind.
Fira — “The eyes of Santorini”, says the inscription above the mural. On an island where we are constantly looking, someone is looking back.
White houses crowd the steep caldera rim, with ships far below on deep-blue water.
Fira, Santorini — houses crowd the cliff edge, with cruise ships far below. From up here, we think they make the view across the caldera even more beautiful.
An orange band hangs above dark islands and sea, with an illuminated ship in the foreground.
Imerovigli — after dark, the cruise ship heads for its next port.
A white Seajets ferry crosses the sea, leaving a broad wake.
Santorini to Naxos — a fast ferry takes us to the next island in under an hour and a half.
A causeway leads from a rocky foreground to densely built Naxos Town beside the water.
Naxos Town — looking back towards Chora from the Portara. A narrow causeway links the temple gateway to the lively town. In the evening, people stream the other way, towards sunset at the gate.
A promenade lined with palms, shops and people runs beside white buildings.
Naxos waterfront — holiday life mingles with the everyday routines of the island’s residents.
A chandelier hangs above a densely furnished café, with crockery, glasses and people behind the counter.
Melimilon, Naxos — a brunch café with a particular passion for preserves. Vegetables join fruit in the jars, and sweet spreads find their way into savoury dishes.
A blue public cardphone hangs in a pale wall recess.
Naxos — a cardphone. Among all the mobiles, a greeting from a time when making a call required a place of its own.
Striped parasols and loungers line a pale sandy beach beside turquoise water.
Plaka Beach — one of the best beaches we have been to. A touch of the Caribbean.
Waves break against a rocky coast with a white building complex beneath dark clouds.
From the Portara — looking towards the coast rather than the famous gate. The surf and the light make sure this direction gets our attention too.
The setting sun fills the opening of a great stone doorway, with people silhouetted in front.
The Portara, Naxos — the monumental entrance to a temple never completed. At sunset, its opening becomes a frame. The crowds are part of what makes the atmosphere special.
Sailing-boat masts and illuminated buildings reflect in harbour water at dusk.
Naxos in the evening — masts draw fine lines against the sky as the waterfront lights come on. Beyond them stands the Portara. Our next island crossing is getting closer.
Evening waves wash over flat rocks beneath a pink band of sky.
Paros, near Okreblue — the next island welcomes us by the water.
A narrow stone pier leads towards the white houses of Naoussa.
Naoussa — from the breakwater leading out to the fortress, we look back at a long white line of houses, with the church rising behind them.
Small boats lie beside white houses and tables around Naoussa’s old harbour.
Naoussa — in the old harbour, boats and tavernas sit so close that they are almost inseparable.
White houses and a church rise behind fishing boats in blue evening light.
Naoussa at dusk — the same houses, a different light. The white façades take on the colour of the sky.
Illuminated boats and houses reflect in dark harbour water.
Naoussa — a little later, the lights take over. It could hardly be more picturesque. Even so, something about the place felt just a little too perfect to us.
A village with a large church stands before dry, terraced hills with windmills.
Lefkes — inland, the sea leaves the foreground. The church and terraced hills with their windmills take its place.
A narrow staircase with painted risers and flowerpots climbs between white houses.
Lefkes — almost every corner gives us a reason to stop for a moment.
A black-and-white cat lies in front of a weathered blue wooden door.
Lefkes — cats are part of life in Greece. Sometimes they lounge around like this. Sometimes they get on our nerves a little, persistently pleading at the terrace door to be let into the apartment.
A little white church with a blue dome stands beside several palm trees.
Agios Nikolaos by Parikia’s harbour — a blue dome among palm trees.
A white windmill with a conical roof stands in a square.
Parikia — the windmill stands right in town, beside the ferry landing.
An archway frames a stone church beyond a shaded courtyard.
Panagia Ekatontapiliani, Parikia — even before we enter the church, its courtyard offers a pocket of calm in the lively town.
Two bells hang from tree branches against blue sky.
In the courtyard of Ekatontapiliani — these bells do not need a tower. A tree will do.
A man in black clerical robes walks beside a white wall.
Parikia — Orthodox Christianity is part of everyday life in Greece. We encounter it well beyond the churches.
Moonlight reflects across calm sea beyond dark rocks.
Near Okreblue — the moon lays a silver trail across the water. This is where we leave the islands.
People sit on a rocky viewpoint above wooded valleys and tall rock towers.
Meteora — after the islands, suddenly this landscape. Viewpoints open up different perspectives on the rocks and monasteries. They are worth lingering at well before sunset too.
A red-roofed monastery stands on a narrow, steep-sided rock.
Meteora — the walls follow the edge of the rock. There is little room for a building up here. We can hardly stop staring.
A person in red climbs a rock face, secured by ropes.
Meteora — it takes a person on a rope to make the scale of these rocks truly sink in.
A red-roofed monastery sits on the edge of a steep rock plateau above a green valley.
Meteora — looking down, we begin to imagine how secluded a place like this once was.
A stone church with two towers and red tiled roofs stands among trees.
A monastery courtyard in Meteora — there is plenty worth seeing inside the walls too.
An ornate icon with silver-coloured metalwork stands beneath a carved canopy.
Meteora — outside, wide-open views; inside, churches, courtyards, paintings and glimpses of monastic life in earlier times.
A monastery stands directly below a high, vertical rock face.
Meteora — here, the monastery does not stand alone against the sky. The cliff behind makes it almost small.
Coins and a few banknotes lie close together on a pale surface.
Meteora — coins and banknotes left by many visitors.
A monastery spreads across a high rock beneath blue sky.
Meteora — the rock is foundation, boundary and a large part of the architecture all at once.
A stone tower stands on a cliff edge, with a rope hanging in front.
Meteora — once, ladders and rope hoists were the only ways into these clifftop monasteries.
A monastery occupies an isolated rock against a distant mountain range.
Agia Triada monastery, Meteora — James Bond was here too. In For Your Eyes Only (1981), the rock becomes the setting for a precarious climb with Roger Moore.
A framed black-and-white photograph of a cleric at a railing hangs on a stone wall.
Meteora — a picture within a picture. The photograph turns our attention from spectacular buildings to someone who lives, or lived, here.
Warm evening light falls on the rock towers above Kastraki’s houses.
Kastraki — lights come on below, rocks glow above. Meteora stays with us into the evening.
Stone theatre seats and ruins lie below the viewpoint in a broad mountain landscape.
Delphi — that view across the theatre, sanctuary and valley. The setting belongs to this place as much as its history does.
A small ancient building with columns and a pediment stands on a slope among cypresses.
The Treasury of the Athenians at Delphi — once a store for offerings to the god.
Ancient columns stand above foundations against a steep green valley.
The Temple of Apollo at Delphi — here the priestess Pythia delivered the oracle’s pronouncements. For centuries, people sought her counsel, including before decisions about war and peace.
A rounded stone with a net-like relief stands on a museum plinth.
The omphalos in Delphi’s museum — the ‘navel of the world’ in stone. According to the myth, Zeus sent two eagles towards each other from opposite ends of the earth. They met at Delphi.
Boats lie in a small harbour below houses and a wooded castle hill.
Nafpaktos — on our way towards the Peloponnese. Walls enclose the little Venetian harbour, while the fortress hill rises above the town.
A red fishing boat with a white cabin lies in turquoise water before a stone wall.
Nafpaktos — we had only planned a quick stop. Then the place won us over.
A stone harbour fortification with battlements and a slender tower stands against blue sky.
Nafpaktos — the walls leave only a narrow harbour entrance. Fortification on the scale of a small town port.
A coffee cup and glass of water sit on a table, with the harbour wall blurred behind.
Nafpaktos — we stayed longer than planned.
A large cable-stayed bridge spans blue water beneath a hazy sky.
The Rio–Antirrio Bridge — from the waterfront at Nafpaktos, we can already see our way across to the Peloponnese. The roughly 2.9-kilometre crossing opened in 2004.
Massive ruined walls run across a dry hill beneath clouds.
Mycenae — from a distance, a stony citadel hill. As we approach, the scale of the walls becomes clear.
A gateway of large stone blocks bears a triangular relief of two lions.
The Lion Gate at Mycenae — those huge blocks and the famous relief. We wonder how people managed to build something so imposing more than 3,000 years ago.
An elevated view shows layers of stone walls and lower excavation areas.
Grave Circle A at Mycenae — here, in 1876, Heinrich Schliemann found the gold ‘Mask of Agamemnon’. It is several centuries older, however, than the time in which the legendary king is supposed to have lived.
A small dark figure with a pale face, large eyes and raised arms stands in a museum.
In the museum at Mycenae — we could imagine some of these figures at the Biennale.
The low sun reflects on the sea as small waves reach the beach.
Morning in Kiveri — a short run, the sea just ahead and the sun still low. Before the day’s sightseeing begins.
Bread shelves and a full pastry counter in a bakery with brick walls.
Liberis bakery in Kiveri — how does such a small place come to have a bakery this big, and this good?
Stone seating in a large ancient theatre surrounds a circular performance space before green mountains.
The theatre at Epidaurus — there was room for around 14,000 people. Even from the very top row, we could hear someone clapping down in the orchestra.
A palm-lined promenade follows the sea, with a small fortress offshore.
Nafplio — the promenade keeps taking us along the water, with the island fortress of Bourtzi in view.
A rocky hill with fortress walls rises above palms and a building.
Palamidi fortress above Nafplio — 999 steps to the top, or so the story goes.
The ruins of a city climb a green hillside towards a castle.
Mystras — a city on a mountain. Our eyes travel from the lower walls to the castle, tracing the walk before we make it.
A large stone palace complex stands on a hillside above green countryside.
The Palace of the Despots at Mystras — among the ruins, this building makes it easier to imagine the city as a place where people once lived.
Four cats sleep close together in the grass.
Mystras — we meant to resist taking cat photos. But these four are simply too cute.
Red brick domes of a stone church stand among ruined walls and olive groves.
Mystras — red domes keep appearing among the grey walls. The churches give the ruins recognisable centres.
From a hillside, the view drops to a deep-blue bay, a coastal road and distant mountains.
The bay at Limeni — yes, this was the view from our Airbnb terrace.
Stone houses, a church and a bell tower line a lane in Areopoli.
Areopoli — the colours change in the Mani. Pale stone, dark joints and narrow openings define the town.
A worn red pickup is parked close to an old stone façade.
Areopoli — the pickup adds a well-worn splash of colour to all that stone. Not an unusual sight in Greece.
Small boats lie in a clear bay between stone houses and a high rocky coast.
Gerolimenas — a hint of a fjord, with a pebble beach right in the fishing village.
Drinks crates stand in a narrow stone lane beside a yellow postbox.
Gerolimenas — away from the harbour view, bottle crates and a postbox. Even a picturesque village has empties to deal with.
Tall stone tower houses stand on a green hill before the sea.
Vathia — tower houses give the village its distinctive silhouette. Here, a home was also a means of self-defence.
The sun touches the edge of a dark coastal rock above the water.
Limeni — in the evening, the rock edges across the sun. We are glad we drove back down to the water for sunset.
Fishing boats lie along a waterfront before houses and mountains.
Agios Nikolaos — another harbour, another unexpected stop. Boats and cafés: a good reason to pull over.
An ancient theatre and low foundations lie among green hills.
Messene — perhaps the most complete ancient city we visited as an archaeological site on this trip.
A row of pale columns casts long shadows across an archaeological site.
Messene — a walk among columns. Light and shadow continue drawing the architecture.
Stone tiers surround a long, grass-covered stadium.
The stadium at Messene — where grass grows today, the shape of the sporting arena is still clear.
A blue car passes through an opening in a wall of large ancient stone blocks.
The Arcadian Gate at Messene — ancient gateway, modern traffic. Outside the main archaeological site, the road still passes straight through.
Colourful fishing boats lie in warm evening light before a coast backed by mountains.
Kalamata — the light softens around the harbour. We were here forty years earlier, when Red Cross tents stood by the water after the great earthquake.
A ship passes through a narrow canal between high, steep rock walls.
The Corinth Canal — a narrow cut through the land. The ship has to fit through it.
A person hangs from a bungee cord against a high, layered rock face.
At the Corinth Canal — while some travel through below, someone chooses the route from above. Watching the jump is enough for us.
A dense expanse of pale houses stretches towards distant hills beneath an evening sky.
Athens from Lycabettus Hill — after islands and smaller towns, the city’s sheer extent is a new experience. Houses all the way to the hills.
An Evzone in uniform raises one leg in a ceremonial step before a pale stone wall.
Syntagma, Athens — an Evzone caught mid-step in the ceremony. For a moment, we think of yoga: that raised leg reminds us of Utthita Hasta Padangusthasana.
The illuminated Acropolis sits among countless city lights beneath an orange-and-blue evening sky.
From Lycabettus Hill — the crowds that gather here for sunset slowly disperse. On the way down, the Acropolis shines out across the vast city.
The Parthenon’s columns and pediment stand in warm light against blue sky.
The Parthenon — we stand before the columns in the morning sun. On our visit, no scaffolding is visible outside. The crane within reminds us that restoration is still under way.
Many visitors stand on the Acropolis beneath a Greek flag.
The Acropolis — the first half-hour after opening was still relaxed. Then the crowds begin to build.
Female stone figures support the entablature of a porch.
The Caryatids of the Erechtheion — architecture in human form. These are copies. Five originals are in the Acropolis Museum; the sixth is in the British Museum in London.
A damaged column capital and part of the stone above stand out against blue sky.
On the Acropolis — the details are part of what makes this place.
Semicircular stone seating faces a high stage wall with arched openings, with Athens beyond.
The Odeon of Herodes Atticus — a theatre just below the Acropolis. In 2024, Coldplay filmed the video for ‘feelslikeimfallinginlove’ here, in front of an invited audience.
People approach a modern museum with a glass façade and an overhanging upper floor.
The Acropolis Museum — down from the rock into glass and concrete. Our encounters with ancient figures continue here.
A broad staircase leads into a long museum hall with visitors and sculptures.
The Acropolis Museum — striking architecture, in close conversation with the Acropolis opposite.
An ancient female figure with red hair and coloured sections of clothing stands against a neutral background.
In the Acropolis Museum — we tend to picture antiquity in white and pale grey. Its sculptures and buildings were once full of colour.
An ancient temple with columns and a pediment stands among trees above ruined walls.
The Temple of Hephaestus in the Agora — among greenery and ruins stands this building, its roof and outline intact.
Two tortoises face one another on stony ground.
The Agora — not every encounter here concerns antiquity. These two seem to be taking their time over theirs.
Columns and stone beams form a narrow passage open to the sky.
In the Agora — looking up instead of reading the next information panel. The gaps between the stones give the sky a rhythm.
A bronze portrait of Socrates with a beard stands in front of the Acropolis beneath a blue sky.
Socrates in the Agora — part of Wu Weishan’s Divine Encounter – Dialogue between Confucius and Socrates (2021). Against the Agora and Acropolis, this imagined conversation with Confucius opens a view beyond Greece.
A man in a flat cap bends over a stringed instrument as he plays.
Monastiraki — between sights, a musician absorbed in his instrument. The city has a sound too.
A little church with a brick dome stands among tall commercial buildings and passers-by.
Kapnikarea on Ermou — the church brings an atmosphere of its own to the middle of the shopping street.
Mannequins stand in a tall interior with galleries and a long glass roof.
H&M on Ermou — yes, really H&M. We find this enormous, grand setting for such a familiar chain rather amusing.
People sit and stand on a rocky viewpoint, with the Acropolis rising behind.
The Areopagus — today, a rock for sitting, looking and taking photographs. This is traditionally the setting for the Apostle Paul’s speech recounted in the Acts of the Apostles.
Small red tomatoes and thin cucumber slices are arranged on a large pale plate.
Electra Roof Garden — a different take on Greek food.
The illuminated Acropolis rises above dark houses beneath a colourful evening sky.
From the Electra Roof Garden — the Acropolis makes an almost surreal backdrop to dinner.
The columns of an ancient temple stand on a rocky cape before sea and blue sky.
The Temple of Poseidon at Cape Sounion — columns, rock and sea. It is hard to imagine a more beautiful setting for a temple to the sea god.
A motorcycle with a pale sidecar stands on stony ground; “Hellas” is written on the sidecar.
Cape Sounion — beside the temple, this combination catches our eye. Greece can apparently be explored by sidecar too.
A long stadium with pale stone seating surrounds a dark running track.
The Panathenaic Stadium — rebuilt on the remains of the ancient stadium for the first modern Olympic Games in 1896. Long marble stands draw the eye all the way to the far bend.
A lone person walks through an illuminated stone tunnel towards a bright exit.
Inside the Panathenaic Stadium — athletes used this tunnel to enter the arena.
Parallel stone seating rows are cut diagonally by narrow stairways.
The Panathenaic Stadium — close up, the stands become a pattern.
A pale colonnaded façade with a triangular pediment stands behind plants and a curved staircase.
The Athenian Trilogy, here the historic National Library building — Athens quotes its antiquity in more recent buildings too. Columns and pediments are not confined to excavations.
A seated male statue stands before a neoclassical building, with another figure rising on a column behind.
Plato and Athena outside the Academy of Athens — grand gestures and serious faces are part of the architecture. The figures hold our attention too.
A mural of a reclining man extends across the windows and walls of a building.
“No Land for the Poor” by WD, 2015 — in Exarchia, a reclining man occupies an entire façade. Dedicated to poor and homeless people, the work even makes the windows part of his body.
A blue pickup carries plants and flowerpots on its bed and roof.
Athens — a plant seller and his little garden on wheels.
A bronze horse and young rider stretch forwards before a red museum wall.
The Jockey of Artemision in the National Archaeological Museum — so much movement in bronze. For a moment, the museum room seems too small for this horse.
Signs displaying food photographs, “Delicious Souvlaki” and an illuminated gyros sign hang outside a restaurant.
Delicious Souvlaki near Omonia — between museum and murals, our stop for food.
A large mural of clasped hands pointing downwards covers a tall wall.
“Hands” by Pavlos Tsakonas, 2011 — Dürer’s praying hands are turned upside down on Pireos Street. A change of direction makes a new question of a familiar image.
A motorised three-wheeler is piled high with chairs, metal frames and assorted objects.
Athens — three wheels can carry more than you might think.
A black-and-white mural of a long-haired girl looking at a blue globe covers a tall façade.
“My World” by INO, 2021 — a girl contemplates the Earth. The small blue globe stands out against the vast black-and-white mural.
A mural shows a dog with a crown, flames and a tag bearing the name Loukanikos.
Loukanikos, Psyrri — the dog became known for accompanying Athens’s protests. Billy Gee, Alex Martinez and N_Grams gave him this memorial on a wall.
The illuminated temples and walls of the Acropolis rise above dark trees against a deep-blue evening sky.
The Acropolis at blue hour — the great landmark once more. This time, from our favourite spot on Philopappos Hill.
White bowls float in a circular blue pool in an exhibition space at night.
“clinamen” by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot at Onassis Mandra — floating porcelain bowls touch and make sounds. The photograph holds their arrangement still; the work itself keeps moving.
A low row of columns stands among grass, reeds and trees beneath blue sky.
The Sanctuary of Artemis at Brauron — greenery, low walls and space between the remains. A quiet place near the end of our journey.
Several ancient figures of children stand in a row inside a museum.
Brauron’s museum — after the columns outside, these children. At the journey’s end, antiquity becomes very human again.
A row of small white sailing boats rests on blue sea before a distant coast.
Artemida — one last look at the sea to hold on to. A few white sails, plenty of blue. Then it is time for the airport and home … to what will probably be a grey October.