By godfish on Skatehive
The Liverpool of Greece. Way more Greek than multicultural Athens; and don’t you even dare mix the two up: “Pireote, not Athenian!” Who cares that the two cities share public transport, who cares that it only takes thirty minutes from downtown Athens to Piraeus. Just like The Pool, Piraeus has its own football deity, its own music and art scenes (the latter was a letdown, though), its own industrial past, which, technically speaking, spans almost three millennia. And just like Scousers, Pireotes are freakishly proud of being from this very corner of the world. https://img.leopedia.io/DQmdWc1t1kUnsTSnoV3a1QS5M4dTb1snYay11wJqrvZ2u3u/IMG2846.jpg Yet we, football heretics, did not set out for Piraeus to provoke the local zealots. Nor were we seeking the cradle of Greek blues, Rebetiko, said to have been born here (which I am listening to, at least, as I write this). It was the sea. The sea. A vast, hypnotic, undulating expanse. That light salty scent you sense long before you even lay eyes