My boots pay their passage

Today was Corinth, in the pouring rain. At least it got me a laugh when I said, "This is one of the drier areas of Greece..." while explaining the geology of springs. I presented on the South Stoa and Peirene Fountainhouse, and on the Peribolos of Apollo a bit, although by then it was in the form, "In that mess of stone we can't walk into there was an archaic temple, an altar, then shops, a bronze foundry, and then a peribolos court first of limestone and then marble. Also there was a drain. You may now get out of this weather." And then I determinedly walked around looking at things for five minutes before admitting to myself that even though this was my site, I too wanted to get out of the weather. Alas, temples of Corinth, perhaps someday I will return and look at you properly.

But it wasn't raining on Acrocorinth. I'll take that trade. Once the bus driver had got a bystander to find the owner of the car which was making the street too narrow to turn into, we drove up to the carpark, and those of us without injured knees and still-raging colds set off up a path of stones slippery enough to have injured a few more knees if we hadn't been careful. We were already well up on the sde of the hill, which would be beautiful to climb even if it didn't have ancient fortification walls and towers all over its one accessible face, looming in the mist which slowly cleared as some of us sat around the tower on the lower of the two peaks, eating lunch, or a mandarin in my case, taking photos. (At some point I will post photos).