On the eastern side of the Greek island of Rhodes, lies a stunning white town called Lindos. Like her sister town, Rhodes, Lindos has also had a complicated history decorated by the moods and modes of the Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, the Knights of St. John and the Ottomans. The result is a brilliant white maze of a town with the odd inspiring spire and an impressive acropolis imbedded in the rocky hill, keeping watch over future generations.
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Showing posts with label Rhodes. Show all posts
Monday, 25 March 2013
Lindos, Greece
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Rhodes, Greece
Rhodes is one of those places that I suspect
of jealously guarding some dangerously glorious secret. And some secret it must
be to have been desired, conquered, adored, burnt, bombed and sieged so many
times in its complicated history. It has changed hands between the ancient Greek civilisation
(it was once home to one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, the Rhodes
Colossus), the Romans, the Byzantines, the Knights Hospitallers, the Ottomans and
even the Italians had a go at making it a colony. Her glory
days recorded in history books, the town now rests in retirement as a UNESCO
World Heritage Site.
The sun-washed town has a door for every aspect of her
personality.
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