This morning, after snacking on giant doughnuts in Syntagma Square, we headed over to the parliament building to watch the changing of the guards. The Evzones (Εύζωνες) perform the changing of the guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier every hour. But on Sunday at 11 a.m. there is a big hoopla with a matching band and a parade. These presidential guards are fascinating for two reasons: the outfits and the high stepping march. Each guard must be prepared to raise their legs to shoulder height. I couldn't even do that standing still! The red clogs weigh over 3 kg and the kilt-like skirt has 400 pleats (one for each year of the Ottoman occupation).
We spend the rest of the day in the Ancient Agora or its modern day equivalent.
Having a blast. Everyone we meet is very friendly.
You are Always in my Prayers love Mom.