Four A.M. in Athens: A Long Road to Athens
Athens. I am taking a taxi from my apartment at 3 a.m. The taxi driver is waiting by the curb, petting a stray cat.
He is smoking a cigarette and he wants to know why I am up “so damned early.” My driver played college basketball in the US back when he still had hair. He enjoys cussing in English. “Is just more fun.”
We get in the cab. Athens nightlife is still going strong.