If anyone asked then if I would ever come back to Delos, I’d be the last one to say yes.
Unbelievably, here I am and it’s deja vu all over again. We left from the same port and rode on a similarly-sized ship as the last time.

Delos is the mythical birthplace of Apollo and Artemis, and has been inhabited since 3000 BC. With its incredible amount of history, it’s a UNESCO heritage site and our guide said it was the largest archeological site in Europe.

This is our (barely) English-speaking guide in front of a huge pedestal for a 9-foot tall statue of Apollo which is now in the nearby perfunctory Archeological Museum.

The Archeological Museum was a little on the sorry side, which is surprising given the importance of the artifacts on view. I remember it being the same as it was 9 years ago.

It was unbearably hot in Delos despite the regular cool wind. I’m now a couple of shades from becoming African. Thank goodness there was a little cafe near the museum where a lot of like-minded people converged. A lot of fruits on the menu.
And yes, that’s a phallus.

Next, lunch under the flowers…