48 years ago, I went to the Acropolis with my father, now I've returned.

 

                     Sitting on the ruins of the Parthenon with my Papa,  June1974

Over 48 years ago, before I turned 12 years of age, my Dad, Geoffrey brought me on an European holiday which I remember till this day.

We went to Greece, which is considered the cradle of democracy and England, which he considered his soul birthplace, as he studied there for at least 5 years and had many friends who were and probably are residing there.

My images of Greece are hazy, but I recall we had stayed in some small hotel, and walked up to the Acropolis.

Above is the priceless picture of the two of us, sitting on some column.

Carpe Diem !